Elsewhere, in the Machine Race's heartland of the Cosmic Battlefield.
"Sailuo Lie is dead?"
Upon receiving this news, Kaluo of the command center was instantly alarmed.
Kaluo was also one of the Machine Race's four Commanders in this operation.
How long had the Cosmic Battlefield even been open? Yet one Commander had already died.
They had even lost an immortal legion.
Several Venerable Realm experts had also perished.
Such losses had never happened before.
"Is that Lin Mo really that powerful?"
"Reporting to you, sir, the information says Lin Mo only possesses King-sealing strength."
"King-sealing? Bullshit! Could a King-sealing cultivator slaughter one of our immortal legions? Could he kill Venerable Realm experts? Could he make Sailuo Lie fall?
What the hell are those useless trash collecting intelligence even doing?
That Lin Mo possesses strength at least above the Peak Venerable Realm."
"But sir, the upper limit of strength for entering the Cosmic Battlefield is the Peak Venerable Realm."
"Hmph! Sometimes, having high combat power does not mean one's realm has to be high. Pass down my orders: avoid Lin Mo whenever you encounter him. Prioritize completing the mission.
Do not engage him head-on."
"Sir, what if Lin Mo pursues us relentlessly? With his strength, once we encounter him, our people may be unable to escape."
"Then... merge the legions. Have three groups travel together.
I refuse to believe that no matter how strong he is, he can kill three groups at once."
"Yes!"
The next moment, the order was passed down.
Naturally, everyone in the Machine Race was filled with astonishment and doubt.
This was the first time three groups had been required to merge together before heading out to carry out missions.
Although this was absolutely safe, the efficiency was extremely low.
After all, the Cosmic Battlefield was so