"Understood."
The old woman's face remained calm, as if she had expected this: "Give the order, fight to the death, hold them back for a moment, and make sure to lead all these people into the valley!"
"Squad Leader, but we..." The disciple's face showed a look of urgency.
The old woman said indifferently: "Go now! For the Moon God, even sacrifice is a glorious one!"
"Yes... For the Moon God!"
Fervor washed over the disciple's face, and he hurriedly ran out.
Once the disciple had left, the old woman raised her head, joined her hands, and a trace of piety appeared on her face.
"Oh God, please accept Your offerings, these are the finest talents of humanity, the future high-grade seeds..."
She murmured as if in prayer, her face gradually showing signs of madness.
Buzz!
At this moment, a light screen appeared in front of her.
Like a mirror, a burly figure emerged within it.
"Chen Duozhu, how are the preparations on your side?" the burly man asked indifferently.
