Void Meteorite Field.
Intelligence reports lay scattered across the floor as Meng De, his eyes bloodshot, searched through them for something.
At the same time, Wang Lan, his hair in disarray, barged in as well.
"The logistical problems have basically been resolved, but our casualties are severe."
"If this continues, we'll become Lone Commanders."
Meng De paid no attention to Wang Lan's words, merely continuing to sift through the intelligence reports.
Three breaths later, Meng De rose to his feet with two reports in hand.
At the same time, his tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed.
"Go clean up. We're going to welcome some guests."
Seeing the delight in Meng De's eyes, Wang Lan frowned. "What could possibly make you this happy?"
"Could it be that the Chang Sheng Epoch has sent some formidable reinforcements?"
Hearing the doubt in Wang Lan's tone, Meng De grinned. "That's right. Reinforcements are coming."
"Not only has the Chang Sheng Epoch sent reinforcements, but the Greenwood Epoch has sent some as well."
"According to the time agreed upon in the reports, they'll arrive safely at the Pill Epoch today."
The moment those words fell, a trace of excitement flashed through Wang Lan's eyes as well.
"This is the best news I've heard in all these days."
"How many Immortal Kings are there? How many Quasi-Emperors?"
"If the high-level combat power is sufficient, perhaps we can organize a counterattack."
Facing Wang Lan's questions, Meng De stood and said, "The Greenwood Epoch has sent thirty thousand cultivators. This batch of reinforcements from the Chang Sheng Epoch consists of students from the Ten Thousand Races Academy, seventy-two in total."
"Besides that, the Dragon and Phoenix Clans have sent two Quasi-Emperors, both at the sixth level of the Quasi-Emperor Realm."
"As for the Greenwood Epoch, there aren't many with