Far away at the training grounds, Huo Yuhao slowly lowered his raised arm, and the gray light in his Spirit Eyes faded.
He silently watched the spot where the Space Gate had vanished, felt the faint spatial tremors transmitted across the continent gradually subside, and drew a deep breath of icy air.
"Mission complete."
He spoke quietly to Shi Xing beside him, who had long since been struck dumb. His voice was calm and unruffled, as though what he had just directed had not been a devastating strike capable of changing the course of the northern war, but truly nothing more than an ordinary exercise.
Shi Xing opened his mouth, looking at the peaceful, even somewhat boring training grounds before him. Then he thought of the apocalyptic bombardment he had just witnessed through Spiritual Detection Sharing, transmitted from tens of thousands of li away, and felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
Young Pavilion Master... Young Grand Secretary... Such methods... They were actually this terrifying!
Across more than ten thousand kilometers, they had opened three spatial portals and poured the entire firepower of three Soul Engineer Corps into the enemy's defensive positions without the slightest warning. What could possibly withstand that?
If they could use such methods at will, then no matter how formidable the people of the Sun Moon Empire were, surely they could not endure many rounds of repeated bombardment?
While Shi Xing was still immersed in disbelief at the furious bombardment Chen Ping and Huo Yuhao had unleashed together with the Three City Guard Legions-one opening the gates and the other marking the targets, like a hymn to the apocalypse-a tall, black-haired, golden-eyed man stood high in the sky not far from the three City Guard forces,