Before the dark clouds of war descended, there were often many omens.
And once a large-scale war broke out in the supernatural world, even if one was far away, the aftershocks of the battlefield were unavoidable.
When Eastern Kingdom's coast was struck by waves several meters high, and even Jianghu, which was connected to the sea, experienced widespread flooding tides, there was no need for the faintly felt earthquakes to know that a war affecting the entire ocean had begun.
"The Great Counterattack failed? When did that happen?" From the very start, the news had been nothing but bad.
Lu PingAn hurried back to the front line. The moment he stepped off the airship, he immediately asked for the latest battle report.
Twenty-four hours earlier, the news he had received was that several Southeast Asian countries, together with Aus remnants and some Western mercenaries, had launched an airborne assault.
Their target was the ruins of Aus, the original Australian mainland.
If they could destroy or at least neutralize and sever the Dimensional Gate, the pressure on the front line would be greatly relieved. If they could establish a forward base, they might even cut off the endlessly expanding foreign clans' legions.
"It has been confirmed as a failure. Based on the radar readings, at least five quasi-gods died in battle."
Lu PingAn paused in surprise.
It was not that he found it strange that the countries mounting the counterattack could gather five quasi-gods. Rather, beings of that level were usually old foxes, and their life force was remarkably tenacious. If they could not win, they would run. How could so many have died at once?
"During the battle, the dimensional entrance suddenly expanded by several kilometers and directly swept everyone inside. Those quasi-gods died in a foreign realm, so to