Zhang Yu stood on the open-air platform atop the highest peak of the garrison, gazing into the distant sky. From time to time, a disciple came up beside him and spoke a few quiet words, reporting the movements of the Frostlanders through Radiant Transmission.
For every three hundred li the Frostlander fleet traveled, the disciples responsible for communication relayed another report to him.
Just then, a crimson rainbow shot up from the Celestial Mechanism Institute's garrison and sped toward the distant sky, swiftly vanishing beyond the horizon.
Daoist Wan Ming looked at him and said, "That should be Commandant Ming." Turning around, he said, "Profound Rectifier, with this man joining in, will he disrupt our deployment?"
Zhang Yu said evenly, "It will not matter. Commandant Ming has been on the battlefield before; he should know what is important."
At that moment, Daoist Wan Ming seemed to sense something. He glanced outside and suddenly saw billowing clouds of dust, sand, and black mist rising at the horizon. "The wind has risen."
Meanwhile, more than a thousand li away, Tian Jiang stood atop a watchtower platform.
Having received the Radiant Transmission, he waited there. The moment the Frostlanders entered the range of his visualization diagram, he would launch his attack.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a fierce gust sweep over him, making his Daoist robe snap loudly in the wind.
Then he saw an expanse of flying sand rolling toward him. The wasteland was almost instantly blanketed by the gray-black dust, and he himself was swiftly swept into it as well.
Lowering his head, he considered it. The Frostlanders had chosen to come precisely when the wind rose; it was surely deliberate.
Yet as a Profound Unity cultivator, such a sandstorm could not obstruct him. Light surged from his body, propping