"Centurion Gu." Chen Lin went over to greet him.
"Let's go. It's our hundred-man unit's turn to deliver supplies to Blackwind Pass." A rare hint of gravity showed on Gu Yuan's face as he lowered his voice. "The fighting around Blackwind Pass has been fierce lately, and the spatial turbulence is extremely violent. Every one of you had better stay sharp."
Chen Lin nodded slightly. "Let's go."
The Supply Battalion's central square.
A hundred cultivators had already assembled.
The air reeked of blood and killing intent. All hundred were veterans who had faced life and death.
The unit was divided into ten squads of ten, each led by a squad leader.
With Song Qiuya and the other eight in tow, Chen Lin calmly walked to the vacant position on the far right.
Whoosh-
Dozens of piercing gazes swept over them at once.
"Recruits?"
"The one leading them... late Great Vehicle?"
Faint gasps rose from the ranks.
In the Supply Battalion's hundred-man units, squad leaders were usually at the perfected late Void Refinement stage. Of these hundred men, only the two strongest elite squad leaders had barely reached early Great Vehicle.
Yet the pressure of qi and blood radiating from beneath this unfamiliar newcomer's gray robe actually made those two veteran squad leaders in the Early Great Vehicle stage struggle to breathe!
"What the hell? The Recruit Camp found someone at late Great Vehicle?"
"Stop staring. With qi and blood like that, he's probably a mighty body cultivator. If it came to blows, he could smash either of us with one slap."
The veterans whispered among themselves, their contempt vanishing in an instant and giving way to awe.
In the Cultivation World, especially on the Myriad Worlds Battlefield, the strongest took precedence. Strength was the only argument that mattered.
Chen Lin