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Chapter 389 Fang Qingyu. What exactly is he trying to do? Is he trying to rip the sky apart?!
The wind and snow were like knives.

It swept across the boundless ice field.

The iron-blooded torrent formed by the convergence of 30,000 elite troops from Dawn City, 33,000 veterans from Frostbone Fjord, and 63,000 extraordinary individuals moved at a speed far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

Under the overall planning and coordination of Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuyai.

All parts cooperated seamlessly.

The marching route had already been simulated countless times on the sand table.

It avoided the known large ice fissure clusters.

They chose a relatively open and relatively weak Ice Ridge Corridor, which had been repeatedly plowed through by the early-stage sniper squads.

The efficiency and discipline demonstrated by the Dawn Army.

Even the veterans in Hangu Fjord, who were used to enduring hardship and persevering, felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

The dark blue figure always appears where it is most needed.

Whether clearing paths and breaking ice or guarding the flanks, their actions were swift as the wind.

Their execution capabilities are astonishingly strong.

They have gradually overwhelmed the original army without even realizing it.

They became the leaders of this united army.

Chu Kuanglan carried the giant sword made of door panels, walking at the forefront of the Dawn Formation. His bulging muscles bulged in the cold wind, and his exhaled white breath resembled small steam.

He grinned and said to Lin Kang, who was also standing beside him with a composed expression, "Team Leader Lin, did you see that? This is the spirit of our soldiers. No matter what's on the other side, just do it!"

Even Lin Kang's usually stern face showed a rare hint of agreement, and he nodded.

He was initially worried when he learned that half of the army came from the City of Injustice.

But unexpectedly, those people
They are in no way inferior to those who voluntarily come from the other side of the Great Wall in the Arctic.

Moreover, he got along very well with those who volunteered to come.

Their personalities complement each other somewhat.

Everyone is happy to cooperate better.

This was something Lin Kang hadn't expected.

The center of the army.

Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuyai are listed together.

Wei Banmeng's cool eyes kept sweeping over the tablet in her hand.

The screen displays real-time information about the terrain ahead and the life-or-death markers transmitted back by the scouts.

Ji Wuyai, on the other hand, was more filled with emotion.

With such a sharp weapon in hand, coupled with the veterans of Frostbone Fjord's familiarity with this icy plain, they were able to achieve their goals.

Three hundred miles of ice field.

It does not seem to be an insurmountable barrier.

Soon, a scout dressed in a dark blue combat uniform emerged from the snowstorm ahead like a ghost.

Standing in front of Wei Banmeng, he spoke rapidly: "Fifty miles ahead, we have confirmed that we have arrived at the outer perimeter of the White Bone Sentinel Stronghold. The fluctuations inside are basically consistent with the intelligence last transmitted back by the Sharp Knife Squad. No large-scale abnormal fluctuations or signs of reinforcements have been detected."

Wei Banmeng's cool face remained expressionless; she simply nodded slightly: "Alright, continue to observe."

"Yes!"

The scout's figure flickered and disappeared into the wind and snow once more.

The message was quickly relayed to the front lines of the army.

It also reached the air hundreds of meters above the main force.

Fang Qingyu listened quietly, as if looking down from the stars.

Fang Qingyu was surrounded by a faint starlight.

It was sheltered from the biting cold wind and snow.

Her eyes were deep and starry, as if they contained a swirling galaxy.

They could see the marching formation of more than 60,000 people below.

It also incorporates the outline of the distant buildings, made of pale bones, that are faintly visible in the wind and snow.

"finally reached."

Beside her, Jiang Wei, with her fiery red hair, spoke softly.

His chilling silhouette was also reflected in his clear red eyes.

Fang Qingyu's gaze was calm, and his voice pierced through the wind and snow, clearly reaching the ears of Xia Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuyai: "Proceed according to the original plan."

There were no unnecessary instructions, no rousing mobilization.

These simple six words are the clarion call to attack.

Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuyai exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

Wei Banmeng's cold voice instantly resounded throughout the entire army: "Target: White Bone Fortress. First to Fifth Battle Regiments, flank from the left! Sixth to Tenth Battle Regiments, outflank from the right! First and Third Mixed Regiments of Cold Bone Fjord, break through with the center! All other units, blockade the outer perimeter, intercept and kill the fleeing soldiers, move out!"

boom!
The army, which had been marching in silence, suddenly erupted with astonishing energy.

It accelerates the diversion of traffic in the predetermined direction with astonishing efficiency.

The martial artist's blood and qi erupted, and with a burst of strength under his feet, he shattered the solid ice. His figure shot out like an arrow, leaving afterimages on the snow.

The followers of the god also used their own methods to move forward quickly.

The entire process was swift, orderly, and filled with murderous intent.

The Dawn Legion demonstrated tactical proficiency and speed of transition.

Even the veterans of Coldbone Fjord had to abandon their last thought of comparison.

Keep up with the pace as much as possible.

Ji Wuyai even personally picked up his huge horse-slaying sword.

They rushed to the forefront of the central breakthrough cluster.

……

White Bone Sentinel, the core of the stronghold.

Inside the skeleton building.

The atmosphere was not as tense and grim as one might have imagined.

A figure nearly three meters tall, with a bull-like head, curved horns, and a body covered in dark blue scales, resembling a centaur.

He was casually sitting on a throne made of a spine.

He is the supreme commander of this stronghold.

Fourth-tier royal family, the Desolate Wilderness Warrior.

Its thick fingers were casually chewing on a dark red piece of meat that reeked of blood.

Below, there was a small, thin, wolf-like creature with human eyes—a third-tier Fate Ghost, the Wolf Whisperer.

He stood respectfully with his head bowed.

"Are you all ready?"

Wasteland Warlord's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a natural sense of oppression.

The wolf-talker immediately stepped forward, its shrill voice filled with flattery: "Reporting to Lord Warlord! Everything is done as you commanded! All 73,000 consumables selected from various vassal tribes and eliminated camps have been gathered inside and outside the stronghold without exception."

Wasteland Warrior threw the last piece of meat into his mouth, his large Adam's apple bobbed, and he made a satisfied gurgling sound.

It stood up, its heavy hooves pounding on the bone surface with a dull thud.

As they approached the wolf-talker, the shadow completely enveloped him.

"Well done." The Wasteland Warlord stretched out his scale-covered palm and casually patted the Wolf Whisperer's thin shoulder. The force made the latter stagger and almost kneel down.

"From now on, you will serve me at my side."

The wolf-talker's eyes flashed with wild joy. He quickly steadied himself, lowering his head even further, almost touching the cold, bone-like ground: "Thank you for your guidance, sir! I will serve you to the death!"

The Wilderness Warrior stopped looking at it and strode out of the hall.

The wolf-talker quickly jogged to catch up.

Stepping out of the gloomy bone hall, a biting wind and snow rushed towards me.

The Wasteland Warlord stood on high ground, looking down at the army of Fate Demons below.

There was no emotion in his eyes.

"Let's go." The voice of the Wasteland Warlord was devoid of emotion, only indifference.

"Hopefully, those humans can put in some effort and clean up this mess."

After saying that, its enormous body suddenly soared into the air.

A violent, earthy-yellow vortex enveloped him, whipping up a blizzard, and he sped off towards the Bone Royal Court without looking back, at an astonishing speed.

The wolf-talker paused for a moment, then quickly activated its power, transforming into a gray shadow and desperately chasing after the receding, burly figure.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the snow and wind on the horizon.

Shortly after they left, the small number of elite spirits patrolling the perimeter of the base below seemed to have sensed something.

They became restless and uneasy.

Several carrion-sniffing demon dogs with an exceptionally keen sense of smell suddenly raised their heads.

Deep in the snow and wind to the southeast.

It let out a shrill roar.

The ghosts in the entire stronghold were instantly awakened.

They all looked in the direction from which the roar came.

However, the expected command and control did not materialize.

In the core area of ​​the stronghold, those mid-to-high-level Life Ghosts who should have been in command had long since disappeared without a trace after the departure of the Wasteland Warlord.

All that remains is the chaos driven by instinct.

Just as this chaos reached its peak
boom! boom! boom!
The heavy, thunderous footsteps, in perfect unison, approached from afar, piercing through the howling wind and snow.

It clearly reached the ears of every single ghost.

The deep blue and dark gray tide burst forth fiercely from the snow curtain on both sides.

Directly in front, Ji Wuyai's enormous horse-slaying saber pierced fiercely into the chaotic horde of spirits.

The battle broke out instantly.

No, to be more precise.

This is the beginning of a massacre!
"kill--"

Chu Kuanglan's roar was like a thunderclap, drowning out the screams of Ming Gui.

With a sweep of his massive, door-like sword, dozens of inferior ghosts huddled together in front of him were instantly cleaved in two like harvested wheat.

Dirty green blood and broken limbs splattered everywhere.

Lin Kang, Lao Qin, and other core warriors of Dawn also led their elite squads to infiltrate the cluster of Fate Ghosts.

The veterans of Coldbone Fjord also displayed astonishing fighting prowess.

That ferocity and resilience honed amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the unspoken trust and cooperation between them.

Let them stay firmly in their positions.

The demons that attempt to counterattack or collapse will be firmly annihilated.

Ji Wuyai advanced without any pressure whatsoever.

There is no fourth-order existence.

No ghost could stop him.

Above the sky, Fang Qingyu floated silently.

Overlooking the entire battlefield.

He will only occasionally take action when he encounters a new type of spirit he has never killed before, or when someone is in danger.

However, as the battle progressed...

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed slightly.

It went too smoothly
The battle below was almost a one-sided rout.

The formidable fighting power displayed by the Dawnbreaker and Frostbone Fjord allied forces was undoubtedly the main reason.

However, the resistance and tactical skills displayed by the Ghosts were surprisingly low.

This is quite different from the organized and disciplined armies of ghosts I've encountered before.

Those second- or third-tier life ghosts were also resisting.

However, there was a clear lack of unified coordination and command, with each side fighting its own battles, like headless flies.

As for the royal aura that should have been there to command and oversee things.

From beginning to end, Fang Qingyu failed to catch even the slightest detail.

This is not normal.

Victory is inevitable.

But this victory came too easily.

Even if the Ghost King's clan is no match for them, they would never be so cowardly as to flee without a fight.

It's even less likely that they would abandon tens of thousands of troops like trash.

A hint of doubt arose in Fang Qingyu's mind.

Then his body moved slightly.

It vanished from the sky in an instant.

The next moment, Fang Qingyu appeared in the core area of ​​the stronghold.

In front of the command hall made of skulls.

The area around here is now teeming with ghosts, howling like headless flies.

Fang Qingyu's appearance was like the descent of a god.

Several tiny beams of starlight shot out from Fang Qingyu's fingertips.

These ghostly spirits were easily eliminated.

Then, Fang Qingyu took a step forward.

They walked straight into the open, snow-white bone hall.

The interior of the bone hall was dimly lit.

But it wasn't as dirty and chaotic as one might imagine.

The ground was paved with huge, polished bone slabs; although rough, it was exceptionally clean.

In the center of the hall, there is also a sand table.

The entire environment, apart from the fact that the material is a gruesome skeleton.

Its functional layout and neatness.

It wouldn't be a problem to call this a human command tent.

However, the Fate Demon has been learning from humans.

This was something I already knew.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu was not surprised at all when he saw this.

What puzzled Fang Qingyu was
The entire bone hall was completely empty.

There was no royal family member in command as expected, no guards, and not even a single servant.

Only the still-warm bone cup and the traces of recent movement on the sand table remain.

This indicates that there was indeed a royal family here before.

"Ran?"

Fang Qingyu's starry eyes turned slightly cold.

They abandoned tens of thousands of troops here like expendable pawns, just to hinder their advance.
This is somewhat unlike the usual style of the Ghost King's family.

They may be cruel and cunning.

But the pride in his own bloodline and the desire to control the forces under his command are ingrained in his bones.

Such a clean and decisive abandonment of a stronghold and a large army.

There must be other reasons.

Fang Qingyu turned around and strode out of the bone hall.

His figure rose from the ground once more, transforming into a streak of light, and sped towards the area behind the stronghold where the battle was equally intense.

Her starry eyes carefully scanned every corner of the battlefield.

In the end, it didn't happen.

They ran away as expected.

Not only did they run away, they ran away ahead of time.

They might have even left before the main army could surround them.

Apart from the low-level ghosts fighting in the chaos, and a small number of mid-level leaders putting up a stubborn resistance.

There were no more high-level targets within the entire base.

Fang Qingyu hovered in mid-air behind the stronghold, looking down at the one-sided massacre battlefield below.

This victory was absolutely a foregone conclusion.

With a slight frown, his voice instantly pierced through the chaotic battlefield, clearly resounding in the ears of every human warrior and demon engaged in combat:

"Anyone who can speak can be spared death. Come find me in the central building."

……

"What is Captain Fang shouting?"

"A talking ghost? A pardon?"

"Qingzi wants to grab my tongue?"

Chu Kuanglan, who was having a great time fighting at the main gate of the stronghold, cleaved a third-tier armored rhinoceros demon in two with a single slash, splattering green blood all over himself.

He wiped his face, and upon hearing Fang Qingyu's voice, a hint of doubt flashed in his large, bell-like eyes. Then he suddenly realized, "Damn it, there must be something wrong here. Qingzi wants to find someone alive to interrogate!"

He immediately roared to those around him, "Brothers, give it your all! Clear this area out, find someone who can talk, and send them to Captain Fang!" His Dawn Warriors responded with a thunderous roar, and their attack intensified.

Ji Wuyai, who was in another location, also heard the sound.

His brow furrowed on his weathered face, and he deflected several bone spears with his broadsword, saying in a deep voice, "Captain Fang is in the central bone hall. This place is yours!"

After saying that, his burly body smashed through the ghost blocking his way.

They strode quickly toward the core area of ​​the stronghold.

When Ji Wuyai, reeking of blood, stepped into the stark white command hall.

Just then, they saw Fang Qingyu alone, with his back to the door.

He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge sand table.

And the surrounding area.
There was not a trace of royalty.

"Captain Fang," Ji Wuyai said gravely, "The royal family has disappeared?"

Fang Qingyu slowly turned around, his starry eyes calm and unwavering, and nodded: "Yes, they ran away ahead of time. They left the main army here as bait and expendable resources."

A flash of surprise and anger crossed Ji Wuyai's eyes: "Abandoning the army and fleeing?! When did these beasts become so spineless?!"

This was completely different from his perception of the arrogant and fierce royal family of the Destiny Demon.

"When things go wrong, there must be a monster."

Fang Qingyu turned his gaze back to the sand table, his fingers unconsciously tapping the cold, dark wood at the edge of the sand table.

"Their withdrawal is not simply due to cowardice."

Just then, outside the massive bone door of the command center.

A very faint rustling sound came from behind.

Fang Qingyu and Ji Wuyai turned their heads to look at the same time.

He knew that there would be cowardly ghosts coming.

For example, that ghost who was only at the second rank but could speak human language told him about the Arctic because he was afraid of dying.

And soon, the ghosts of fate will discover that the outcome of this war is a foregone conclusion.

A dark figure could be seen, almost touching the ground.

Like a frightened mouse, it shrank in timidly.

As soon as the dark figure entered the hall, it didn't dare to raise its head or hesitate for a moment. With a thud, it prostrated itself on the ground, its entire body pressed tightly against the cold, bony surface.

His body trembled violently with fear, speaking in a human language with a heavy accent yet unusually clear.

He shouted incoherently:
"Lord Fangfang! Spare me! Spare me! I can speak! Please have mercy! Spare my worthless life, and I'll say anything and do anything!"

Fang Qingyu's starry eyes narrowed slightly.

He sized up the ghostly creature at his feet.

It looks somewhat similar in size to a human.

However, once you see the head, hands, and feet, you know that this thing is not human.

It was like a wild boar that had turned into a human.

However, only its body shape is human; the rest of its body remains similar to that of a wild boar.

【Black Mane Demon】

The title matches his appearance perfectly.

"Do you know me?" Fang Qingyu asked, his voice flat, revealing no emotion.

The moment the black-maned demon entered, it accurately called out "Lord Fang," which was clearly not a random name.

Black-maned Demon's body trembled even more violently, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold, bone-chilling ground, making soft thumping sounds. His voice was trembling with sobs: "I know you, of course I know you! Lord Fang, your illustrious name is known throughout the entire Arctic Ice Plains, from the highest royal nobles to... even to a lowly slave like myself! You... you are the star of humanity! The nemesis of the Fate Demons!"

It seems to want to flatter, but is afraid of using inappropriate words to offend the other party.

Fang Qingyu remained unmoved, showing no reaction to this low-class flattery.

To get straight to the point: "Where are the leading royal ghosts from your stronghold?"

His gaze, almost tangible, pressed down on the Black-Maned Demon.

"They ran away! They all ran away!"

Blackmane answered almost without hesitation.

"Why did you run?" Fang Qingyu pressed, for that was the key question.

Normally, the Ghost King's family has its own dignity.

Even if it's a retreat, it shouldn't be about leaving the army here to die and then running away without a word.

This is a bit too embarrassing.

The black-maned demon's small eyes darted rapidly beneath its thick black fur, as if it were organizing its thoughts or weighing its options.

Under Fang Qingyu's indifferent yet oppressive gaze.

It dared not conceal anything and quickly said:

"My lord, I am of lowly status and truly do not know the exact whereabouts and specific reasons of Lord Zhan Kui and the various commanders. They left very suddenly, shortly after ordering us to assemble, they all departed. But I dare to guess that it is related to the royal lineage."

When it mentioned the word "King," its voice unconsciously lowered.

With a deep-seated awe and fear.

"Royal blood?"

A knowing glint appeared in Fang Qingyu's eyes.

Information about Wang Zhong was clearly recorded in the dark blue book that Hong Qitian gave him.

That is an existence that transcends ordinary royal bloodlines.

They are the true direct lineage of all the Destiny Ghost clans.

The power of bloodline far surpasses that of collateral royal families.

Their status was extremely high.

The will of a royal bloodline is enough to make any royal family obey unconditionally.

Abandon a stronghold and tens of thousands of cannon fodder troops.

In the eyes of the royal family, it is probably not worth mentioning at all.

This information perfectly matched Fang Qingyu's guess.

The will of the royal family is the root cause of their unusual evacuation.

As for what exactly the royal lineage is, and why was such an order suddenly issued?
This was clearly beyond the comprehension of the lowly black-maned demon before him.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Fang Qingyu no longer glanced at the trembling black-maned monster at his feet, and turned to walk towards the entrance of the Bone Hall.

Black Mane was stunned when he saw Fang Qingyu turn and leave.

The pig's small eyes were filled with confusion.

This...this means you're letting me off the hook?

They still haven't let it go?
Sir, please give me a straight answer.

Just as it was torn between its inner struggle, hesitating whether to continue kneeling or get up and quietly slip away...
call!
A dark figure, carrying a strong stench of blood, blocked the entrance to the Bone Hall.

It was Chu Kuanglan, who had just finished clearing the outer area, covered in blood, and carrying a giant sword.

Chu Kuanglan's enormous, bell-like eyes swept across the hall, instantly locking onto the Black-maned Demon kneeling on the ground, its body trembling like a leaf, and Fang Qingyu's departing figure.

He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and instantly understood the situation.

"Qingzi, has the royal family here really gone off on their way?"

Chu Kuanglan asked in a gruff voice as he strode in.

Fang Qingyu didn't stop walking, but simply gave a faint "hmm".

Having received confirmation, Chu Kuanglan's gaze fell once more on the black-maned monster that was trembling so badly it was almost falling apart. He sneered, "Alright! Then this noisy tongue is useless now."

Before he finished speaking, the greatsword in his hand, stained with green blood, had already transformed into a chilling black light.

It swept out without any fancy moves.

puff!

The Black-Maned Demon was instantly beheaded.

Foul-smelling blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck.

The headless corpse twitched twice before collapsing to the ground.

"Clean up the battlefield quickly, leave no one alive!"

Chu Kuanglan shook the blood off his greatsword and roared outside, his voice booming like a bell.

He then shouldered the greatsword.

He quickly caught up with Fang Qingyu, who had already walked out of the bone hall.

……

Two and a half hours later.

The wind and snow are still there.

But the roars and sounds of battle within the White Bone Sentinel stronghold had completely subsided.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood.

As far as the eye can see.

The ground was littered with the broken corpses of the dead.

The warriors of Dawn and Frostbone Fjord silently traversed this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Some people were responsible for guarding the perimeter to prevent any possible escapees or sudden attacks.

Some people, under the command of officers, collected spoils of war.

They dug out the scattered life beads and corpses.

His movements were practiced, and his slightly tired expression was tinged with excitement.

Every time we win a battle, it's a time to make a fortune.

That was also the most exciting moment.

Inside the central bone hall.

The group regrouped.

Fang Qingyu sat on that throne.

Below, Wei Banmeng and other key figures stood solemnly.

"In this battle, our army suffered almost zero casualties, and all the ghosts were wiped out."

Wei Banmeng delivered a brief post-war briefing in a cool, detached voice.

Fang Qingyu listened and nodded.

His gaze then swept over the crowd, and he said calmly, "Banmeng, immediately take stock of the losses in this battle and replenish them from the reserves."

"Then, two thousand men were assigned to be responsible for collecting the spoils of war at this stronghold, treating the wounded, and constructing the initial temporary defensive fortifications for the stronghold."

"The remaining 61,000 men will rest in place for one hour. Replenish their strength and check their equipment. One hour later, the entire army will set off for the Howling Ice Gorge stronghold!"

Now that they have witnessed the fighting power of the Dawn Army...

The people in Coldbone Fjord had no objections whatsoever.

"Yes!"

Therefore, everyone responded in unison, their eyes showing no signs of fatigue.

This battle resulted in almost zero casualties, so there was absolutely no need for rest.

The few wounded soldiers were temporarily left at the stronghold to clean up the spoils of war.

The reason Fang Qingyu set off again so quickly was that he didn't want the royal family to escape again.

Now kill a member of the royal family ahead of time.

There is no doubt that when the final battle arrives, the pressure on all of humanity will be reduced.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu wanted to take advantage of the fact that the royal family at the next stronghold might not have had time to evacuate.

Launch a surprise attack directly.

Soon, two thousand veterans from Coldbone Fjord were retained.

They are experienced and skilled in constructing and defending positions. Staying here can ensure the safety of the rear and allow the main force to advance quickly and lightly.

The remaining 61,000 soldiers.

They seized this precious hour, silently munching on their dry rations amidst the pervasive smell of blood.

Take time to rest.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

When the assembly horn sounded again in a low voice.

The torrent of deep blue and dark gray has begun again.

With an even greater speed than before, it tore through the swirling snow and stormed deeper into the icy plains.

……

Shortly after Fang Qingyu's army set off from the White Bone Fortress.

It is about 200 kilometers northwest of the main battlefield of Hangu Fjord.

Another parallel advance also points towards the attack route of the Bone King's Court.

This is where the expeditionary force dispatched from the main battlefield of the Federation Black Rock Wall is responsible for advancing.

Its commander is General Shi Gandang, a veteran fourth-tier martial master of the Federation.

At this moment, Shi Gandang's army had just experienced a fierce battle that lasted for nearly six hours and had paid a price.

The second stronghold was completely wiped out.

They annihilated tens of thousands of the Ghost Guard troops.

Inside the makeshift command tent.

The atmosphere carried the weariness of victory.

Shi Gandang sat in the main seat, a burly man dressed in heavy, dark black armor.

He was listening to his subordinates report on the battle damage and spoils.

At this moment, an officer lifted the heavy curtain of the cold-proof tent, strode in, saluted, and reported: "General, the latest military situation in the direction of Han Gu Fjord: Colonel Fang Qingyu's troops, together with the Han Gu Fjord garrison, set off from Han Gu Fjord about a dozen hours ago."

A hint of solemnity appeared on Shi Gandang's resolute face as he nodded: "Fang Qingyu has finally made a move."

"Where have they advanced to? Given their combat strength, they can't be slow."

"Remember to send orders to all units to speed up the rest and recuperation process. We can't fall too far behind."

He was quite aware of Fang Qingyu and the Dawn Legion's strength.

"Yes, sir!" the officer acknowledged, then immediately turned and left.

But he had just left.

A second officer came in.

Shi Gandang recognized him; he was also an intelligence officer.

He frowned and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Upon hearing this, the officer solemnly reported: "General, the latest intelligence from Coldbone Fjord: Colonel Fang's troops have successfully captured the first stronghold on their advance route, White Bone Outpost. From contact with the enemy to complete elimination, it took less than three hours."

Shi Gandang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Then his brows furrowed.

As expected, Fang Qingyu himself, along with the Dawn Legion he led, arrived.
Their strength is far greater than they imagined.

The other generals in the tent exchanged glances, all seeing the solemnity in each other's eyes.

They just captured their second stronghold, which took six hours.

They also suffered some casualties.

Three hours.
This is a bit of a crushing defeat for them.

However, this is just the beginning.

After the officer left.

The first officer to report has arrived again.

"Breaking news: Colonel Fang's troops rested for an hour after capturing the White Bone Fortress, and then set off again. They have now captured the second stronghold and are now howling in the Ice Gorge."

"Report! The third stronghold, Frostfang Pass, has fallen."

"Report! The fourth stronghold, Shattered Bone Wasteland, has fallen."

"Report, Fifth Stronghold. Sixth Stronghold."

News of the destruction of one after another of the Ghostly strongholds kept coming in.

Silence fell over the military tent.

All that remained were the officer's rapid breathing and the crackling of burning charcoal in the brazier.

The shock on General Shi Gandang's face had frozen.

He slowly sat back down in his seat.

I couldn't resist picking up a rough teacup next to me and taking a sip of water.

He then calmly looked at the officer in front of him and said.

"You mean, Fang Qingyu's side captured six strongholds in less than 24 hours!?"

The officer listened and nodded seriously.

Confirmation
Shi Gandang remained silent.

It wasn't jealousy; Fang Qingyu's side was far stronger than theirs, and their speed of conquest was much faster.

It doesn't taste the same at all anymore.

At first, there might be a desire to compare.

But now Fang Qingyu's progress in conquering...
"The six strongholds should be almost at the gates of the Bone King's Court by now."

"What exactly is Fang Qingyu trying to do?"

"Is he trying to rip the sky apart?!"

(End of this chapter)