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"It's a small matter!" General Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Their names are Su Mingxia, Su Xiaobai, Su Huang, Su Feng, and Su Han."

"Sorry to trouble you, General Zhao." Su Fan smiled.

"No trouble, I'll check it for you right away. You can have some tea here first, I'll be back soon." After saying that, he left the tea room with a smile.

Su Fan was also waiting alone, feeling anxious and expectant.

Not long after, General Zhao walked in with a serious face.

When Su Fan saw General Zhao's expression, for some reason, his heart suddenly skipped a beat!

"General Su, I just finished checking." General Zhao did not sit down.

"Your son and daughter are indeed serving in our Eighteenth War Zone."

"However, they are not stationed at the moment, but are out on assigned missions."

"Assignment! Where is it?" Su Fan was shocked and felt a little uneasy.

He knew the difficulty and danger of the assigned mission.

"About twenty-eight years ago, your son and daughter were sent to the Immortal Burial Desert on the border of the gods!" General Zhao said cautiously.

"This mission was decided by the human race's top leaders. Half of our troops from the Eighteenth War Zone have been deployed to the Immortal Burial Desert."

"In addition, a large number of support has been sent from other war zones of the human race."

"Even the top leaders have sent quite a few Immortal Kings to settle in the Immortal Burial Desert, which is enough to show how much importance the top leaders of the human race attach to the Immortal Burial Desert."

"I understand. Are they still alive?" Su Fan did not blame General Zhao. This was not his fault.

"Alive. The latest casualty statistics released yesterday did not include Su Mingxia and the other four." General Zhao said with a smile.

"I've already found the location of the Eighth Army, where they are. Look..."

As he spoke, General Zhao took out a map.

"This is a map of the Burial Immortal Desert. The Eighth Army, where Su Mingxia and the other five are located, is located in the central area of ​​the Burial Immortal Desert."

"Okay! I'll go find them now!" Su Fan stood up immediately.

"Thank you, General Zhao, for the information. I'll treat you to a drink someday!"

"Farewell!"

"Wait!" General Zhao suddenly took out a crystal clear token and handed it to Su Fan.

"This is a remote communication token from the military. I will use it to inform you of any important information."

Su Fan's eyes lit up and he immediately took the token.

"Thank you, General Zhao!"

"You're welcome, have a safe trip!" General Zhao bowed.

"I wish you good luck, and we'll meet again!"

Whoosh!

Su Fan's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

General Zhao looked at Su Fan's quickly disappearing back, his eyes full of disappointment.

"Su Fan, the Immortal Emperor's disciple, has been cultivating from the early stage of the Celestial Immortal when he first ascended to the early stage of the Immortal King now, over a hundred years!"

"This cultivation speed, this talent..."

"It seems that the human race will have another Immortal Emperor in the future!"

As he said this he shook his head.

"Unfortunately, my talent has stopped at the early stage of the Immortal King, and I haven't made any progress in a million years!"

"I really envy these geniuses with incredible talents!"

"Ugh!"

……

The battle in the center of the Immortal Burial Desert has now reached a fever pitch.

A human immortal king was attacked by two god kings together, and the golden tortoise shell on his body suddenly shattered!

puff!

Without the protection of the Xuanwu formation, he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood in an instant.

At the same time, the golden tortoise shells on the bodies of the cultivators in the entire human camp shattered one after another!

"The Xuanwu formation is broken!" Su Mingxia was shocked.

Without the defensive power of the Black Tortoise Formation, the human race could not withstand these gods for long.

puff!

puff!

The Immortal King of the human race was outnumbered six against nine. Not only was he at a disadvantage, he was also in danger of losing his life at any moment!

The millions of human cultivators in the God-Slaying Eight Extremes Formation lost the defensive power of the Black Tortoise Formation and gradually became unable to withstand the attack of the God King.

"Hahahaha!" The gods of the Protoss laughed heartily.

"The turtle shell is gone, let's see how you can stop it!"

"kill!"

The gods of the Protoss launched an even more fierce attack, swinging their ultimate moves outwards as if they were risking their lives!

"Support! When will the support arrive?" The Immortal King in the human camp looked anxious.

"An urgent call for help has been sent out, and the supporting Immortal Kings are on the way." An Immortal King took the time to take out a communication token, his face full of bitterness.