The atmosphere in Dragon Whisker Ravine began to grow tense.
Scouts reported that over ten thousand Undead had crossed the desert and were bearing down on Dragon Whisker Ravine. Their numbers this time could not compare with the fewer than a thousand last time; they were on two different orders of magnitude. There were also more Golden Core Eyeless Monsters among them.
There were only five or six hundred human cultivators on the Ancient Loulan front.
In theory, there was no need to fear a war like this. Human cultivators were more mobile, and if they took the fight out into the open, they might not have anything to fear. The problem was that they were pinned to the shelterbelt, unable to move. That was the most fatal point.
The Undead Legion's target was also the shelterbelt, not killing any particular number of human cultivators.
It was hard to say whether this was a matter of life and death. From a purely military perspective, they were not in much danger, but from the perspective of protecting the shelterbelt, the threat was considerable.
It all depended on whether they chose to fight to the death or wage a mobile war.
Could they choose the safer option of mobile warfare? This was the question Yu Zhengxing had been pondering all along.
The Undead Legion had been highly strategic about this attack. They had been wandering the desert for months, and no one knew when they would launch their assault. That made it very difficult to request aid from the neighboring powers likewise protecting the Northwest, because there was no definite time for the battle to begin.
If everyone gathered here, were they still supposed to defend the areas they themselves were responsible for?
There were also discordant voices claiming that the upheaval