"How's the situation?"
"Not bad. More accurately, nobody knows whether it's actually good or not, but at least we haven't been crushed."
Inside Dragon Moon Island's underground command room, hundreds of screens of varying sizes displayed battle footage relayed by Drones.
In some places, Drones strafed the ground.
In some places, elite squads dropped from the air fought desperately through forests.
In some places, High-Level Fishmen Lords slaughtered everything in a frenzy.
In some places, demigods battled each other to the death. All life around them either died on the spot or mutated directly from the "radiation."
".Is this really okay? At such close range."
"Normally, it wouldn't be. They would sense our observation, and might even come looking for us directly. But right now, how could they possibly have the ability to do that?"
Lu PingAn nodded and swept his gaze over the Command HQ staff, looking thoughtful.
Many High-Level Professionals from the Scholar class were rapidly writing and sketching, recording the characteristics and abilities of these powerhouses while using computers and Scholar abilities to conduct combat simulations. Even the strongest Professionals had strengths and weaknesses, and their abilities were analyzed immediately.
And now, Dragon Moon Island had enough high-end combat power. Once the database was sorted and processed, they could form "elimination squads" tailored to specific targets, with the lowest cost and highest chance of victory.
When it came to war, the Eastern Kingdom was clearly serious.
Even after confirming the current reality that "the first to strike loses out," they still used every possible method to increase their own odds of victory.
".How did that Tier 8 water-user feel?"
"Not bad. He nearly took half my life."
Lu PingAn had already taken off the upper half of his Military Uniform. His right shoulder and arm were a