This phase of the war wasn't particularly intense.
Du Youqian had faced almost no danger. He hadn't even caught a glimpse of the Demon Race—he hadn't even seen a single intact corpse, only various butchered materials.
He was stationed deep in the rear. Unless the Immortal City Alliance was on the verge of a total collapse, it was impossible for the Demon Race to get through.
Du Youqian's slacking, his insistence on staying in the rear instead of going to the frontlines, naturally annoyed the other members of Bingchou Squad.
After all, they were short one fighter. And even if he was a weak one, he could at least serve as cannon fodder!
With one less fighter, the pressure on each of the remaining squad members increased.
But Du Youqian couldn't care less what they thought.
He wasn't there to make friends... Besides, he wouldn't be at the front for long.
A month passed in a flash.
