「Half an hour ago.」
In the Northern Domain Combat Zone, about five hundred li from the terrifying "Demon Eye" fissure.
Here, the first heavy defensive line of the Great Xia's Northern Domain army was stationed.
A tall, heavy wall of black metal, like a coiling dragon, stretched across the ice plains.
The wall was inscribed with dense runes of a Defense Array, which emitted a faint blue glow amidst the blizzard of the polar night.
At this moment, the atmosphere in a tactical conference room within the command center was somewhat strange.
Seated at the head of the table was a middle-aged officer with a gaunt face.
He was the man in charge of this defensive sector, Zhao Tiezhu, Commander of the 7th Regiment.
"Reporting, Commander..."
The intelligence staff officer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Pointing to a red-dotted area on the holographic sand table, he spoke with some hesitation:
