A huge tiger's head hit the ground and rolled two or three meters.
Gu Qingshan put away the True Crimson Demon Spear and cupped his fists toward a patch of empty air. "Gu Qingshan, Platoon Leader of the Southwestern Fifteenth Frontline Lookout Platform, reporting for duty."
The air rippled.
The tiger's head vanished instantly, and a voice barked, "Get in. Quickly."
Gu Qingshan strode forward and entered the array.
The military camp was full of cultivators. Every one of them wore armor, their faces grim and cold.
Several Law Enforcement Cultivators shouted orders, hurriedly directing squads of cultivators onto the Teleportation Arrays to retreat from here to the rear.
As Gu Qingshan entered, he spotted several cultivators dressed as scouts examining the tiger's head.
"It's been verified. It really is the Ghost-Fed Tiger King," one scout reported, standing up.
The general among the assembled officers heard this and smiled. "Excellent! I've long heard that Platoon Leader Gu breaks through realms as easily as eating and drinking, but I didn't know you'd be holding the rear today as well. Otherwise, why would I have sent scouts to investigate the Tiger King's whereabouts?"
Gu Qingshan cupped his fists and said calmly, "Chang Yu Li and Bai Zhuo may already have met with disaster."
The general's smile faded, and a trace of sorrow showed in his eyes.
Everyone fell silent.
Gu Qingshan looked around. Every one of them was wounded, weapons in hand, and their spirits were weary.
It seemed this was the final camp tasked with holding the rear for the frontline troops.
A jade slip appeared in the general's hand.
As he read it, he said, "Platoon Leader Gu, the military situation is urgent, so I'll keep this brief."
"Please," Gu Qingshan replied.
The general said, "This morning, word was spreading