Wind and snow like knives.
Sweeping across the boundless ice field.
The thirty thousand elite of Dawn City, the thirty-three thousand veterans of Coldbone Fjord, and sixty-three thousand transcendents formed an iron-blooded torrent, advancing at speeds beyond normal imagination.
Under the coordinated command of Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuya.
Every part cooperated seamlessly.
The marching route had been simulated countless times on the sand table.
They avoided the known large ice crevasse groups.
Chosen a relatively spacious ice ridge corridor weakened by repeated scouting team plows.
The efficiency and discipline shown by the Dawn Army.
Even made those seasoned Coldbone Fjord veterans feel unfamiliar.
Deep blue figures always appeared at the most needed positions.
Whether clearing paths through ice or guarding flanks, their actions were swift as the wind.
Their execution was impressively robust.
Invisibly overshadowing the original army.
