Yin Minghai.

With the third round of attacks kicked off, the battle has completely become increasingly fierce.

On this battlefield that can no longer be described as a meat grinder.

The Siren pushed forward a front line of nearly 200 meters with their stalkers.

After pushing the front line to this point, the fighting between the two sides became more and more fierce. The human monks had already set up various formations in advance, like landmines waiting for these sirens to step in and explode.

The lethality of these formations is extremely fierce, and monsters below the golden elixir are almost dead when touched.

To break these formations, you can only rely on the transformed golden elixir demon cultivator and the higher-level Nascent Soul demon cultivator.

"The formation on the left has attacked four times, and the location of the formation eye has been found. You four are covering me. As long as you buy a stick of incense, I can break through this formation."

A demon cultivator at the peak of the Golden Pill asked at the other companions.

"Can."

Several demon cultivators were covered in scars, and their faces were gloomy and stared at the roadblock formation in front of them.

Dozens of flying swords wandered back and forth in the formation, and more than 200 monster corpses had been put down in the formation, and even a golden elixir demon cultivator died in it.

Such a tragic and disgusting attack has completely lost their patience.

The five demon cultivators rested for a while and then set out to rush into the formation.

The four of them joined forces to defend, and one person left was focused on breaking the formation.

When the time for an incense stick ends, the flying swords in the formation fall to the ground one after another, which means that the formation is successfully cracked.

The four demon cultivators in charge of defense were already seriously injured. One of them was left with a hole in the chest by a flying sword, and the other one lost an arm.

"Walk."

After completing the mission, the five people quickly retreated and ordered the monsters to continue attacking.

Retreat to the rear, the five people took out the spiritual medicine they had sent out from the storage ring and took it to try to heal.

After taking a spiritual medicine, although the five people's injuries began to recover, their speed was extremely slow.

"What's going on? The effect of this Nether Sea Flower is not very good?"

After the treatment was over, the demon cultivator whose arm was cut off had a grim expression.

“I don’t feel that it’s OK, either.”

"I'm sure this is a hundred-year-old Nether Sea Flower?"

"The effect of the Hundred Years of Nether Sea Flower is much better than this, it must be that the year is wrong."

"The logistics bastard's mother is dead. How dare you cheat this? Go and cause trouble for them."

Several Golden Pill Demon Cultivators became more and more popular as they talked about it. They fought bloody battles on the front line.

As a result, even this little medicine dared to deduct them???

After a few people discussed it, they rushed to find the demon cultivator who was in charge of logistics.

After rushing to the military account responsible for distributing logistics, several people rushed in and stared at the chief clerk of the military account and shouted.

"Zhengzhuzhu, why are the Nether Sea Flowers we sent out not from a century-old age? What kind of damage can this kind of garbage that is not enough to cure?"

The person named Huang Zhubu was a fat man with a greasy face, and he was a little bit vulgar with two goatee beards.

He was from the Spin Turtle Clan, and he slowly said after sweeping over everyone.

"What are you doing with such a loud voice? Are my ears deaf?"

"Is there any problem with this Minghai Flower? Look at the injuries on our bodies. We sacrificed our lives for Yinminghai, but we didn't even give any medicine?"

The demon cultivator broke the hand became more and more annoyed as he spoke. He threw the few dark sea flowers that had not yet been able to take them at the feet of Huang Zhuzhu and said angrily.

"You can see what kind of trash this is. What's the difference between using this thing on the front line and dying?"

"Please pay attention to your attitude. I don't like others' attitudes toward me the most."

Huang Zhubu's face became a little more gloomy, and the oppression of his Nascent Soul cultivation made all the five people feel sad.

He slowly reached out and grabbed the flowers on the ground, and the flowers of the dark sea fell into his hands.

He took the Nether Sea Flower and looked carefully, and he twitched his tongue twice, "This is only fifty years old."

"Then what else do you have to say? This is what you are responsible for issuing it."

The demon cultivator of the Broken Arm Golden Pill said angrily, but his aura was a little weaker than before.

"I distributed it. Is there any problem? What I sent to you is the best Nether Sea Flower from a century-old vintage."

"Who knows if you secretly sold the best Nether Sea Flower to exchange for spirit stones, and then came to me to find fault with me with inferior products?"

Huang Zhuan asked with a sneer.

"You mean we are turning the tables and deliberately filing this little Nether Sea Flower?"

The broken arm demon cultivator was about to burst into anger and shouted angrily: "It's clear that you are full of your personal pockets. I don't agree. Brothers don't agree. We want to report you!"

"Go, if you don't know the way, I can go with you."

Huang Zhubu smiled coldly and didn't care about the threat of the broken-armed demon cultivator.

"Brothers, go!"

The Broken Arm Demon Cultivator has already made his promise. How could he be convinced of this kind of treatment in the end?

After leaving the military tent with resentment, the five people headed straight for a submarine city hundreds of miles away.

In order to start the war, Yinminghai built more than ten large cities 300 miles away from the coast.

In addition to storing materials, some confidential departments are also in these cities.

The five people flew into the city and headed straight for a mansion, standing outside the gate of the mansion and shouting.

"We want to meet Junzheng! We want to report!"

After a while, the gate of the mansion opened on its own, and five people led by the Broken Arm Demon Cultivator rushed in quickly.

After seeing the high-ranking Lord Junzheng, the five of them knelt down and shouted.

"I am making the decision for us."

"What's the matter?"

Jun is a demon cultivator with a very elegant appearance. He can be at such a high position. Needless to say, his cultivation is the most capable group of demon cultivators in the God Transformation Stage.

"The Huang Zhuan deducted military pay and gave his personal pockets..."

The broken-armed demon cultivator gritted his teeth and explained the matter. The other demon cultivators next to him took out the dark sea flowers that were obviously insufficient in the year.

This thing is less than a hundred years old and has a hundred times the value difference!

Jun picked up one and looked carefully. He pinched it and turned into dust and disappeared. Then he heard a sound.

Not long after, Huang Zhuan hurriedly walked in from outside and bowed to Jun Zheng.

"I've met Lord Junzheng."

"Huang Sanlang, they said you would withhold military pay and transfer the century-old Minghai Flower to about fifty-year-old garbage?"

Jun Zheng asked.

"It's been transferred."

Huang Sanlang nodded with a smile.

The five broken-armed demon cultivators knelt on the ground showed indignation and stared at the fat man who should be killed fiercely.

Jun asked expressionlessly: "Why do this?"

"I didn't lack quantity when I distributed supplies to them, I just cut the quality, and only then did they know how difficult the war was."

“Is it a special quality reduction?”

"I cut it to cultivate their fighting will."

"Is it intentional or accidental."

“It was intentional.”

Huang Sanlang showed a proud look on his face.

Jun Zheng nodded, and suddenly realized his mind and looked at the broken-arm demon cultivator and others and said.

"Hey, you have heard what Huang Zhubu said. He did it specifically for your own good. War is not a joke. You must learn to endure hardships and cultivate your willpower. Only in this way can you have the opportunity to become a monster in the future, do you understand?"

“…”

The broken-arm demon cultivators almost got angry on the spot.

He took supplies for his life-saving.

Or for your own good?

"Is there any other problem?"
To be continued...