Outpost No. 3, sixth floor.
Inside the enormous conference hall, countless beams of light converged, forming two massive projected light screens.
One displayed a three-dimensional map.
Besides undulating mountain ranges and rivers, it was covered in moving red points of light, with red points vanishing from time to time.
The other displayed live footage.
It showed the brutal slaughter currently unfolding inside Observation Point No. 19.
The valiant Wu Qiong gripped a long spear as she fought fiercely against the unbelievably burly "Logan," but she had already been completely suppressed.
On the other side, the young Shi Xiao wielded twin blades, joining forces with another Level 19 martialist to restrain the burly giant, "Molong."
The other human martialists were likewise struggling desperately against the Tianliang Warriors' attacks.
Yet, with both their top combat power and overall numbers at a disadvantage, Wu Qiong, Shi Xiao, and the others being defeated and killed seemed only a matter of time.
Before the light screen, all three figures frowned.
They were the commanders of Outpost No. 3, and all of them were Source Martialists.
"Where is the support squad?" The only woman among the three, dressed in purple, spoke in a sharp voice.
"Based on their current speed, they should need another twenty minutes to arrive." The blue-robed elder, Liu Jing, said slowly, "They just encountered a large group of flying Alien Races... They lost one aircraft, and some of them can only proceed on foot to provide support."
"Within a hundred kilometers of Observation Point No. 19, there are only three martialist squads. Wu Qiong's squad was the only one able to arrive quickly... Their squad alone cannot hold on." Liu Jing continued, "The other squad will need at least another fifteen minutes."
He had always been responsible for overseeing the big picture.