Nine hundred kilometers, eight hundred kilometers, seven hundred kilometers...
Whether it was the Sixteen Races Alliance or the Great Flame Empire, both were betting on deciding victory or defeat in a single battle.
To ensure the main army could keep up and would not fall too far behind the Vanguard Army, their marching speed was extremely slow.
The two armies, even their most ordinary soldiers, were all above level eighty.
A mere few hundred kilometers could be covered in moments if they advanced at full speed.
Even with an army on the march, maintaining formation without disorder, it would take a few hours at most.
Yet both sides chose, with remarkable tacit understanding, to advance slowly, ensuring their formations remained in peak condition at all times.
And the distance between the main army and the Vanguard Army was always maintained at a point where, once the Vanguard Army won a sweeping victory, the main army could quickly press forward.
It was not until a day later that the Vanguard Armies of the two armies were less than twenty kilometers apart.
They had marched for an entire day, their minds highly focused for an entire day.
Yet not a trace of fatigue could be seen on the faces of the soldiers of the two armies.
In fact, as the armies of both sides continued to draw closer, the excitement on their faces grew even stronger.
A distance of twenty kilometers had already brought them within the Human Army's ranged attack range.
In fact, when they had entered within thirty kilometers, they had already reached the Human Army's ranged attack range.
However, the Human Army still continued to advance.
Because the first wave of attacks was still meant to be Feigning Weakness.
Only when the Sixteen Races Allied Forces' Defense Army moved