The smoke of war over Cang Lan Star had yet to fully disperse when Shen Hao returned to Hongmeng with the Desolate Guards. Victory in the vanguard battle had not made the alliance relax; instead, it had made everyone realize that the Desolate Realm's main army was already close at hand. Within the Council Hall of the Central Spiritual Vein, the lights burned through the night. Patriarchs and core members of every race sat around a star map while gray-colored Dao Rhymes circulated around Shen Hao, who was meticulously analyzing the combat data from the Desolate vanguard.
"The Desolate Warriors' greatest advantages lie in the erosion of the Desolate Rules and the extreme unity of their power." Shen Hao lightly tapped the star map, where the energy-flow trajectories of the Desolate Warriors emerged. "Their armor can absorb foreign origins, while the Unification Dao Rhyme contained within their longswords can directly break apart our combined-strike formations. But their weakness is equally obvious—they lack adaptability. Once separated from unified command, their combat strength drops sharply."
Yan Bing stroked the ice-and-fire spear in his hand as red and blue light flickered over it. "Alliance Lord Shen, although our Desolate Origin Fusion Dao Rhyme was able to restrain them during the vanguard battle, converting Desolate Power consumes an enormous amount of energy. If we face tens or even hundreds of thousands of Desolate troops, I fear we will be unable to sustain it."
Shen Hao nodded and took out the Star Core Seal that imprisoned the Desolate Leader. "That is precisely the problem I intend to solve. I have stripped part of the operating logic of the Desolate Rules from the Desolate Leader's consciousness and discovered that their power originates from the 'Origin Core' of the Desolate Realm. As long as we can sever