The room fell into a brief silence in front of the sand table.
The officers at Cold Bone Fjord wore solemn expressions.
Although Dawn brought thirty thousand elite troops, adding to their thirty-eight thousand, totaling nearly seventy thousand soldiers.
Yet, they were facing the Destiny Ghost Army, which numbered at least two hundred thousand.
Along with those terrifying royal members and Abyssal Level entities.
The pressure was still overwhelmingly suffocating.
Fang Qingyu silently looked at the sand table.
His gaze did not linger on the crimson directly in front of Cold Bone Fjord, but slowly moved upward.
Over the undulating ice mounds and deep ice rift zones.
Past several large Life Ghost Nests marked by Ji Wuya...
Finally...
Fang Qingyu's finger slowly lifted.
Over the marks representing the forward edge of the ring-line battlefield.
Over the crimson spots representing secondary Life Ghost Nests.
Over the vast areas marked as high-risk and unknown.
