Inside the meeting hall at the encampment on Miasma Cloud Ridge.
Mo Nancang, Gu Chenfeng, Gu Qingxuan, and the other senior members of the Four Symbols Sect with Grandmaster-level cultivation or above had gathered.
Mo Nancang looked somewhat grave.
"Everyone, I just received a message from headquarters. On the Borderlands Battlefield, the Demon Race has now accelerated the deployment of its defenses.
"They have also sent out more demonic scouts and raiding parties to launch attacks.
"In recent days, several border outposts, including a small warehouse, have been attacked by the Demon Race, with considerable casualties."
Hearing Mo Nancang's news, the atmosphere in the Consciousness Hall grew somewhat heavy, but no one was particularly surprised.
After all, this border war between the Human and Demon Races was still only in its initial preparation phase, far from all-out war.
An escalation in the intensity of the fighting was only a matter of time. The Demon Race had merely taken a small step forward first.
Mo Nancang continued, "The area around Miasma Cloud Ridge, which our Four Symbols Sect is guarding, lies on the edge of the battlefield. Although it is secluded and far from the battlefield,
"it is precisely for this reason that there are few outposts ahead of us, and the defenses are relatively thin.
"If demonic scouts infiltrate the area and discover our warehouse, we will be highly vulnerable to a surprise attack.
"So I called everyone here today to discuss countermeasures."
At these words, everyone's expression grew grave.
Although guarding the warehouse was indeed a simple assignment, even a somewhat leisurely one,
once its location was exposed, it would likewise become a "tasty morsel" in the enemy's eyes. There was no guarantee that high-ranking demonic martial artists would not come to plunder and destroy it.
After some discussion,