Seventeen Generals Silenced by a Single Sand Table!

While Heaven Dou City was still six hundred li away, Su Chen's war had already begun.

Twenty Purple Lightning Thunder Eagles silently rose into the sky, spreading into a vast net as they pierced the clouds at an absolute altitude of three thousand zhang.

A seventy-five-thousand-year Thunder Eagle was impossible to detect from the ground at that altitude.

Su Chen closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the Summoning Space.

Twenty avian perspectives connected.

Along the eastern coast, the gold-and-red banners of the Sun Moon Empire burned beneath the blazing sun amid the ruins of three cities.

Rows of tubular objects gleaming with cold metallic light had been mounted atop the shattered city walls.

Outside the cities, ranks of ironclad infantry advanced westward along the official roads.

Their steps were perfectly synchronized, merging into a steel torrent that crushed everything in its path.

Every five li, there was a supply station piled high with standardized metal crates.

This was not a ragtag force.

This was an industrialized march.

Su Chen imprinted every piece of information into his mind: troop distribution, advance speed, supply line length, and the patrol intervals of aerial reconnaissance craft.

Every piece of data pointed to a long-planned lightning war.

Mo Qianye rode atop a Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bear. Watching Su Chen travel with his eyes closed, he tilted his head toward Chu Yao and murmured.

"He isn't traveling."

"He's already fighting."

Chu Yao folded her arms and shot Mo Qianye a sidelong glance.

"You only just figured that out?"

Heaven Dou City, imperial palace.

When Su Chen's group arrived, the gate guards stopped them three times.

Each time, Su Chen forced them back by displaying the Abyss Court insignia and saying, "Inform His Highness the Crown Prince. There is urgent military intelligence."

The fourth time,