"They're here! The Huaxianese are here!"
Somewhere in Nanyang, a battle command center burst into activity.
The spacious command center was filled with people in all sorts of military uniforms.
Military officers from several countries had gathered at the joint command center for the battle.
"Hmph! The Huaxianese have the guts to come! Do they think that Nanyang is a pushover?" A general thumped the table and stood up angrily.
The existence of cultivators was essential to every country and region, but now, Huaxia wanted to destroy their cultivation world. They could not bear to see that happen.
"Attack! All fighter jets, scramble! Blow them up to bits! I want this to be a one-way trip for them!
"All warships, gather and intercept!
"Destroy them at all costs!"
He punched the table and roared.
Soon, the warships set off one by one.
On each warship were a few figures in black clothes and felt hats.