A light rain fell from the sky, and wind and snow lay still.
Seven red figures stood in a row, assuming the Frame Sword stance.
At the tip of the tower, the Gray Wing Traveler slowly swayed its long tail, its bronze iron eyes coldly staring at the battle machines before it, things devoid of "life." Its frigid gaze was intensely piercing.
Gu Shen felt as if his very soul had been seen through by the Gray Wing Traveler. "Central City's reinforcements have arrived at the Due North Frontier."
Bai Xiu's voice echoed in the lake of his mind.
Gu Shen calmly gave a grunt, feeling slightly more at ease.
Lin Lin and Purple Rain were safe, and the Initial's resources had been successfully delivered. This mission was already half complete. As for the other half, it was how to withstand the Traveler Clan's assault. Gu Shen controlled the red figures and cast his gaze into the distance. Beyond the Great Wall of Gubu Fortress, more and more low-level Travelers were gathering. They were in no rush to launch another charge.
That was the most terrifying part. Liquid silver!
But the red figures now seemed to have vaguely realized a path that belonged solely to themselves. "Crackle!"
"You have eight Meijies left."
Right now, I could only control a few combat units.
One stream of consciousness contemplated the tinder in the Pure Land, one cultivated the Breathing Method, and one deciphered ancient text. But there was no combat power.
And no matter how well coordinated they were—
"Wasn't it said that mental cultivation was useless?"
Blood Mastiff muttered loudly, "How are those red figures so powerful when controlling combat units?" In such circumstances, splitting off Heart Stream Power was meaningless.
He let out a long sigh.
Heavenly Dog, who was