Chapter 1053 380: You Should Be Grateful—You've Been Atoning All Along!

At this moment, this strategic throat has long been soaked repetitively with blood.

Causing the ice surface to appear in a nauseating dark brown color.

The air is thick with an overwhelming stench of blood.

The improvised steel fortress and defense works are covered with massive claw marks, dents from collisions.

The utterly exhausted soldiers lean against the cold shelters.

Seizing every minute and second to recover their strength.

Many wrap themselves in blankets and fall into a deep sleep.

Their faces stained with indelible fatigue.

The fjord command center is located deep within an enormous hollowed out and reinforced ice cave.

Commander Ji Wuya, a white-haired elder whose figure remains as straight as a spear.

Draped in severely worn dark gold General Armor.

He looks about seventy or eighty years old.

This means that, even if he is a Martial Venerate.

At this age among Martial Venerates,

he too is almost at the end of his journey.

At this moment, Ji Wuya is staring intently at the casualty reports from the recent wars in front of him.

"When will the reinforcements from the Great Wall arrive?!"

Ji Wuya's voice carried an immense suppressed anger and urgency.

His wrinkled face marked with exhaustion.

As the old commander who guarded Cold Bone Fjord for decades.

He understood the strategic significance of this front line and knew well the cost of each day's delay.

Beside him, the adjutant, a middle-aged officer with a similarly weary face, stepped forward quickly, speaking rapidly yet unable to hide his bitterness: "Report, General! The first transport ship departing from the Federation's homeland, carrying about fifty thousand volunteer Transcendents, will arrive at the Arctic Port in two days at the earliest. From the port to our Cold Bone Fjord front line, it will take at least another day. Moreover... among these fifty thousand, the estimation is that no more than ten thousand can immediately replenish the frontline Sharp Blade Unit..."

"Three days! Ten thousand?!"

Ji Wuya slammed his palm on the table.

His beard and hair bristling, his chest heaving violently.

"Three days and ten thousand, what a joke!"

"How many lives do we sacrifice here on average every day?! Tell me, will Cold Bone Fjord still be in my hands in three days?!"

His bloodshot old eyes locked fiercely on the adjutant.

"How many times have we requested reinforcements now? Go, tell Great Wall Command, tell Hong Qitian, that all the soldiers who can still breathe at Cold Bone Fjord, led by Ji Wuya, cannot hold on for more than two days. After two days, either reinforcements step over our corpses, or prepare to collect the dead at Cold Bone Fjord! Send it again! With the highest emergency clearance! Send it immediately!"

The adjutant shuddered, his eyes suddenly red.

He was acutely aware of the weight of this message.

And acutely aware of the enormous pressure the old general was bearing.

He straightened his back with force, hoarsely shouting: "Yes! General!"

Then turned and rushed out of the command center.

Just as the adjutant's figure disappeared around the corridor corner...

"General!!"

A staff member responsible for frontline monitoring suddenly sprang from his seat.

"The Destiny Ghost Army is once again assembling in large numbers outside the fjord, larger than previous times. It is expected to launch an assault within half an hour!"

The last trace of exhaustion in Ji Wuya's eyes was instantly replaced by fierce killing intent.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the huge Horse-cutting Saber leaning beside him.

The sword's body was ancient and heavy.

The blade densely covered with numerous small nicks and dark red blood scabs.

"Prepare for battle, ready for deployment!"

Then he rose and walked towards the command center exterior.

These days, he personally went to the front battlefield each time.

Hoping to reduce the number of casualties.

To hold on for a little longer.

However, as soon as he stepped forward.

"Wait, General!!"

The monitor's voice abruptly rose, filled with incredulous astonishment.

"No, the Destiny Ghost Army is in chaos! There's large-scale disturbance at the rear, it looks like they're being attacked?!"

Ji Wuya abruptly halted, his figure swaying.

Instantly appearing beside the staff member to look at the screen together.

The screen displayed overhead images transmitted by reconnaissance devices.

Outside the exit of Cold Bone Fjord, the neatly arranged Destiny Ghost Army, poised like a black tide ready to surge.

But now they have descended into chaos.

The array of Life Ghosts at the rear completely twisting and deforming, countless Life Ghosts letting out silent roars.

Though no sound was captured, that posture was intensely clear.

Madly twisting their heads towards their rear.

As if something terrifying was tearing through their lineup.

"Magnify!"

Ji Wuya ordered sharply.

His gaze locked fiercely on the center of the chaos.

The image rapidly zoomed in and focused.

In the depths of the frantically twisting black tide.

A faint star-light suddenly lit up.

With a speed beyond the limits of visual capture, it dashed through the densest area of the Life Ghosts.

Wherever it passed, regardless of the type of Life Ghost.

At the moment that star-light flashed by.

They fell one after another.

And upon seeing this familiar star-light...

The muscles on Ji Wuya's wrinkled face trembled violently.

Pupils shrunk abruptly then slowly relaxed.

"It's that kid..."

"Fang Qingyu! It's Fang Qingyu, Captain Fang!"

Those around also recognized him.

Ji Wuya took one last look at the screen showing the star-light stirring up a gigantic wave of blood in the black ocean.

All hesitation in his eyes vanishing completely.

He turned sharply, the Horse-cutting Saber pointing outward from the command center, voice like a thunderclap, causing ice shavings to fall continuously.

"Convey my order—"

"All brothers able to fight at Cold Bone Fjord!"

"Assemble!"

"Entire army—"

"Charge!!"

Cold Bone Fjord, Ice Valley exit.

The cold wind carrying ice pellets, painfully slashing against faces.

The black frenzy formed by tens of thousands of Destiny Ghost Army, originally like a bowstring full of power, taut to the extreme, awaiting a single command to slam fiercely against the human defense line on the brink of collapse.