"How did this happen?!"
Sky Dragon Lord, stationed at the core of the battlefield's hinterlands, shot up from his throne. A powerful unease, like an icy venomous serpent, instantly clamped around his heart!
Just moments ago, he had attempted to contact the senior officers leading scattered units into the Northern Mountain Region, seeking reports on their advance. Yet his spiritual messages vanished like stones into the sea. Most channels... were dead silent!
One or two unreachable officers might have been an accident. But dozens, hundreds... including senior officers from nearly every faction of the Centipede Race, Black Tortoise Race, and Crocodile Race!
This was no coincidence. This was a catastrophic warning!
As the ruler of his race, Sky Dragon Lord did possess a God's Perspective over the entire Centipede Race battlefield.
But that perspective was more like a broad strategic map. It clearly showed the density and distribution of forces and the overall movements of massive legions, yet it could not precisely lock onto every individual's real-time condition, much less instantly locate a disconnected commander like a precise navigation system!
The reason he had hurried to contact them was that, through this God's Perspective, he had horrifyingly discovered that many units that should have been swiftly infiltrating the war zone had stopped moving. The clusters of light representing them had even begun wandering about in confusion!
Burning with anxiety, he forcefully gathered his divine sense. Like sifting gold grains from an endless sea of sand, he expended immense effort before finally managing to connect to a Heavenly King Realm officer of his own race whose mental state was extremely unstable.
"Answer me! Why has your unit stopped advancing? What exactly happened?" Sky Dragon Lord's will, carrying unquestionable authority, crashed into the other party's nearly collapsed Sea of Consciousness.
"They're dead...