The Chu Army, central army, command tent.
The atmosphere was oppressive.
In just two days.
Urgent reports from every army had flown into the command tent like a blizzard of snowflakes.
The entire army had been halted.
The boundless expanse of baleful toxic miasma had become a natural chasm the Chu Army could not cross.
It held every army of the Chu Kingdom firmly outside the Southern Wasteland.
Zhao Wujiu, commander of the central army, sat in the seat of honor.
His expression was dark.
He surveyed the hundred-odd Innate True Persons in the tent.
Frowning, he said, "Everyone, all our armies have been stopped by the baleful toxic miasma. They cannot advance a single step."
A middle stage Innate Realm cultivator from the Chu Province Lin Clan stood.
He cupped his hands toward Zhao Wujiu and said gravely, "Commander, this baleful toxic miasma is incredibly dangerous. I went to investigate personally, but I was forced back before I had penetrated thirty li. If they truly hole up inside and refuse to come out, there really is nothing we can do to them."
"Is there any way to break through this toxic miasma?"
Zhao Wujiu asked.
Everyone exchanged looks and shook their heads.
The atmosphere in the tent grew even more oppressive.
Just then.
"Report!"
A messenger rushed into the command tent.
He dropped heavily to one knee.
He held a jade slip high in both hands.
"Commander, an urgent military report from General Pei Lie, commander of the fourth vanguard."
Zhao Wujiu's gaze sharpened.
He reached out, and the jade slip flew into his hand.
His spiritual sense sank into it.
A few breaths later.
A startling gleam erupted in Zhao Wujiu's eyes.
"Well done, Pei Lie."
He looked at the generals in the tent.
"We have a way