Human Frontline...
An isolated Immortal City stood upon the azure sea, the core city from which humanity guarded this stretch of waters.
The main hall at the heart of the Immortal City was solemn and majestic, brimming with Spirit Energy.
The pillars and carved beams within were covered in inscriptions for suppressing evil and protecting the Dao, lending the atmosphere a grave, weighty air.
The next moment.
A Nascent Soul True Lord clad in a blue-patterned Daoist robe, his bearing calm and steady, bowed with his head lowered and cupped his fists as he reported respectfully, his voice solemn:
"Reporting to Senior!
Of the cultivation squads dispatched to scout and guard the front lines, twelve have yet to return to the city."
Upon the jeweled throne atop the platform sat a figure whose aura was obscure and unfathomably deep, revealing not the slightest hint of his true strength.
He was none other than humanity's Half-Venerable powerhouse—the Celestial Pivot Half-Venerable.
His vital energy was wholly restrained, and he appeared utterly unremarkable, yet he carried an unparalleled majesty that suppressed the entire hall, making no one dare meet his gaze directly.
Upon hearing the report, the Celestial Pivot Half-Venerable's brows drew together slightly, and a trace of gravity flashed through his eyes as he spoke in a deep voice:
"Pass down my decree. Order every squad outside the city to return at full speed. There must be no delay!"
"Yes, sir!"
The Nascent Soul True Lord answered respectfully, bowed to accept the order, and turned to send the message.
Just then, A great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, clad in heavy black iron battle armor and radiating a sharp, domineering aura, stepped forward from the ranks.
Cupping his fists, he asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying several shades