Three days remained before White Garment's Immortal Ascension.
Undercurrents surged across Blue Star.
Every faction was stirring.
On land, the Dragon Kingdom swept through eighteen Indian cities like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves.
The Fifth and Third War Zones worked with Chuan, Qing, and Zang Prefectures, achieving the miracle of taking seven cities in a single night and killing over a hundred thousand enemies.
By the time the Alliance's main forces finished assembling,
the Dragon Kingdom's three-hundred-thousand-strong army had already reached the gates of India's capital, New Delhi.
The Coalition Forces were forced to hold the city at all costs.
The fighting reached fever pitch.
Both sides poured in reinforcements, seeking to crush the other in a single blow.
Meanwhile, on Kou Island.
Thanks to Old Man's brilliant foresight, they had seized Kou Island first, depriving the Federation of a foothold and forcing Qiao to open hostilities on Kou Island.
That night.
The sea was calm.
Kou Island lay deathly silent.
Yet the Fourth War Zone's headquarters blazed with light.
"Marshal Sun, word from that person... the Federation will land on the island tomorrow morning."
"All Federation passenger and transport planes will officially begin the airborne landing tomorrow. The location... Xiantai in northern Kou Island."
"Word from Prison Island: large numbers of Federation warships and troop transports have been spotted."
"Scouts have discovered large numbers of landing craft concealed in the surrounding waters."
Report after report reached the operations room.
Old Sun, who had not slept for three days and nights, stood with his back to everyone, snoring thunderously.
Once the communications officer left the room, the snoring stopped.
Old Man slowly opened his eyes.
"Just as expected."
Everyone in the operations room exchanged knowing smiles.
The Federation's movements matched Old Sun's predictions.
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