After receiving the report, Zhang Yu stood atop the platform and gazed northward for a long while before returning to the inner hall.
He knew very well that, from this moment on, the two Residences would be devoting all their strength to the north. For the time being, they likely could not spare any forces to support this side. However, Frost Continent had suffered repeated defeats and sustained considerable losses, so they should not invade again.
Yet he had not forgotten Frost Continent's method of stirring up wind and sand that day. It had seemed to be the work of cultivators, so he did not lower his guard.
Over the days that followed, news continuously arrived from the north.
The battle reports he received naturally differed from those sent into the continent for the people to see. They were all the most detailed and accurate accounts. From the current state of the war, both sides had committed the vast majority of their forces to this battle.
If Qingyang won this battle, it would not only deal a heavy blow to the Taibo Monsters, but also smoothly clear away the obstacles blocking the route northward.
But if they lost, they could only retreat back into the continent. They would likely have to build up their strength for another ten-odd years before they could launch another attack.
During this period, Yun Chen also sent letters frequently. It was clear that he had gathered a large number of Profound Residence cultivators and sent them north as reinforcements. Yet judging from the casualty lists delivered to him, the losses were far from small. Especially in the first ten days, more than a hundred cultivators had died, while the injured numbered several times that.
Zhang Yu could see that most of them were lower-ranked cultivators.