At that moment, Zhang Yang's heart was like a jar of stinky tofu turned upside down, filled with overwhelming guilt and helplessness.
He simply hadn't expected the Heavenly Dao Maiden to be so unable to withstand the strain. Fortunately, the previous trouble had indeed been cleaned up completely.
So, he could count that as having done some good, right?
He thought about it uncertainly. Then Zhang Yang could only personally take up the position of the Heavenly Dao. After all, the Heavenly Dao Maiden was currently unconscious. Cough, "unconscious" wasn't exactly accurate. In any case, her condition was strange, and it would take at least several days to a month before she could come back online.
"Master, where's the overall battlefield view? We need the overall battlefield view!"
Tu Wanli's rough voice rang out, urgent and panicked. "Also, there seems to be a problem with our communication with the Wood Demon Legion. We need command authorization! Otherwise, if this drags on, those fellows will cause trouble."
"Damn!"
Cold sweat broke out across Zhang Yang's forehead. Only then did he remember that the Heavenly Dao Maiden was responsible for controlling the entire battlefield and directing the fighting.
As for the so-called overall battlefield view, it was similar to a satellite's heavenly eye. It could conduct all-around reconnaissance and lock onto every move the enemy made, while gathering a massive amount of intelligence and transmitting it to their own troops in real time.
Zhang Yang scrambled around in a panic. Fortunately, as the Dao Ancestor, he still possessed authority over the Heavenly Dao, and it was easy for him to sort out the threads.
But this was limited to handling requests submitted by the various front-line troops. Asking him to take the initiative in directing them and mobilizing troops for tactical maneuvers