Huo Yuhao, far away at the drill grounds, slowly lowered his raised arm. The gray light in his Spirit Eyes faded away.
He silently watched the direction in which the Space Door had vanished, sensing the faint spatial tremors transmitted across the continent gradually subside. He took a deep breath of the icy air.
"Mission complete."
He spoke softly to Shi Xing beside him, who had long since been dumbfounded. His voice was calm and unruffled, as though what he had just directed had not been a devastating strike capable of changing the course of the northern war, but merely an ordinary drill.
Shi Xing opened his mouth, staring at the tranquil, even somewhat boring drill grounds before him. Then he recalled the apocalyptic bombardment he had just witnessed through Spiritual Detection Sharing, transmitted from tens of thousands of kilometers away, and felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp.
Young Pavilion Master... Young Elder... such methods... were truly this terrifying!
From over ten thousand kilometers away, they had opened three Space Portals and poured the full firepower of three Soul Engineer Legions into the enemy's defensive positions without any warning. What else could possibly withstand that?
If such methods could be used freely, then no matter how formidable the Sun Moon Empire was, they probably could not endure many successive rounds of bombardment.
While Shi Xing was still lost in disbelief at the apocalyptic barrage Chen Ping and Huo Yuhao had unleashed—one opening the gates, the other setting the coordinates—in coordination with the three City Guard Legions, a tall, black-haired, golden-eyed man looked down at the three Soul Engineer Legions from the skies not far away.
"Have humans become this much stronger than they were a thousand years ago?"
Just then, an incomparably