"Co-Lord, what should we do next?"
A vanguard commander looked at Xuanyuan anxiously and asked, "Under Lady Xuan Nü's brilliant command, we have completely overwhelmed Chiyou's Army in formation battles. We have won battle after battle recently, leaving Chiyou's Army scattered and defeated.
But once this dense fog rises, our soldiers cannot tell east from west, north from south within it. They cannot fight quickly and efficiently according to Lady Xuan Nü's commands."
"Fortunately, the fog does not distinguish between friend and foe. Otherwise, if Chiyou's Army could move freely through it, the blow to our army would likely cause devastating losses."
Guangchengzi stood in the High Heavens, his eyes fixed solemnly upon the layer of dense fog blanketing Zhuolu Plain. "There is no sign of this fog dispersing. If this drags on, Chiyou's Army may recover its strength."
Xuanyuan was equally anxious.
He had been on the verge of defeating Chiyou, making Dongyi submit, and completely unifying Human Territory.
Yet this had happened at such a critical moment.
It had indefinitely delayed the day of his unification.
Xuanyuan looked at everyone and said, "Everyone, do you have any good strategy to break this fog?"
Everyone: "..."
"Unless we invite a Quasi-Saint-level existence to disperse the fog..."
Guangchengzi said.
But everyone understood that was impossible.
If their side deployed a Quasi-Saint, the Witch Race would not simply stand by and watch.
Then the Great Witches would enter the battle.
The disciples of the Three Teachings would all join the fray.
It would become a brutal melee.
Xuanyuan sighed and murmured absentmindedly, "If only we could always determine one direction..."
As soon as he finished speaking, inspiration struck Xuanyuan, and an idea suddenly came to him. "That's right! We can build a piece of military equipment that can always keep one