Great Xia's border.
A figure bearing Gray Six Wings dove from the clouds like lightning.
The once-glittering sea had now become a vast mire. Countless patches of pitch-black sludge carpeted the surface, occasionally bubbling up with muddy blisters that looked utterly revolting.
Shen Qingzhu frowned tightly and looked toward the other side of the mire.
The War Pass that had once stood upon the sea had already been corroded away by more than half. A dense barrage of missiles and artillery shells burst from its outer walls, yet the moment they touched the endless sludge, they seemed to misfire, silently sinking into the bog and vanishing without a trace.
"How are the survivors at Chenglong Pass?" Shen Qingzhu asked in a low voice.
"Though this sludge is strange, it isn't spreading very quickly. Aside from the first team that went out to hold it back, everyone else has basically retreated to the western inner wall. There have been almost no casualties..." a voice came through his earpiece.
Shen Qingzhu nodded slightly, switched channels, and asked again:
"What about the other War Passes?"
"Commander Lin's Seraph clone has already reached Chennan Pass. The God of Games and the Mind God have also rushed to the battlefield and temporarily stabilized the situation, but there are still two Lovecraftian Gods left... They're very difficult to handle.
"Although the other Human Apexes have already split up and headed over, the gap between the Human Apexes and Lovecraftian Gods is still too great. It's difficult to make up for it with numbers alone. I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out for long."
"What about the Black Goat?"
"As for Xuehan Pass... a sword suddenly flew in from somewhere just now and hung outside the pass. The Black Goat has stopped moving for the