The heavy cannon tore through the Ghost Fog, blasting a bloody path straight to the heavens!

The Judgment's shadow covered the outer edge of the defense line.

More than five kilometers ahead, dense fog churned among the trees, sealing off the entire Withered Forest of Ten Thousand Bones.

Sunlight could not penetrate even half a meter into it.

Inside the bridge, the holographic terrain map flickered with chaotic static.

Lu Tianxing strode to the tactical table and pointed at the vast white blind spot.

"Commander, that Ghost Fog belt ahead is extremely strange. It's saturated with mutated bone dust and death energy. The powerful interference swallows every reconnaissance frequency."

An adjutant handed over a thick casualty report and elaborated.

"Over the past thirty years, Great Xia has sent forty-seven groups of elite Martial Warriors inside. Once they crossed that boundary, their communications failed completely within five seconds."

"Once contact was lost, the teams would barely make a couple of circuits before they were split up and surrounded, then worn down and killed by Bone Beasts."

Lu Tianxing offered his recommendation.

"My suggestion is to have the vanguard heavy-armored regiment establish a defensive line outside the fog first. We'll gather three thousand Martial Warriors proficient in wind techniques and combine their efforts with the Ground-Based Wind-Blowing Array to see whether we can blow open a gap."

"At the same time, we'll send in ten squads to plant a positioning stake every hundred meters."

"After two or three days, once we've mapped the outer patrol routes, the main force can advance."

Nie Wushuang stood nearby, studying the blurred contours on the terrain map, and nodded in agreement.

"The Withered Forest of Ten Thousand Bones spans four hundred kilometers. Charging straight in would certainly risk walking into a trap. A cautious advance might be slower, but it would keep casualties to a minimum."

Standing before the viewport, Li Zhengyang