Five days later, the dark space channel slowly opened, and Su Mo and his two companions walked out from it.
Looking at the broken galaxy in front of him, Su Mo asked with some confusion, "Have we arrived?"
Bai Yuanhao shook his head, "It's not that fast. This is the western battlefield where your master acted previously.
There are nearly ten million human warriors on the battlefield. Since we're passing by, let's take them with us."
Although Su Mo felt that Bai Yuanhao wasn't telling the truth and was deliberately slowing down, he also thought there was no problem with what he said.
After all, the number of human warriors previously accumulated on the western battlefield did indeed reach nearly ten million.
Now that even the Buddha Race has returned, which Su Mo couldn't even understand, the universe is full of crises, especially for the humans.
So he nodded, "Then let's do as the White War God said and collect them first."
