Chapter 1086 - 388: Fang Qingyu... What Exactly Is He Planning? Is He Trying to Break Through Heaven Itself!?

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.

Becoming the leading force of this joint army.

Chu Kuanglan carried the door board giant sword, walking at the forefront of the Dawn phalanx, his knotted muscles flexing in the cold wind, breathing white vapor like a small steam engine.

He grinned and said to Lin Kang beside him who had a similarly calm aura: "Lin, see this? Our troops have this kind of drive, no matter what’s on the other side, just charge!"

Lin Kang’s stern face rarely showed a hint of agreement, nodding slightly.

Initially, hearing that half of this great army came from the City of Injustice, he had some concerns.

But unexpectedly, those people...

Were no worse than those who volunteered from the Arctic Great Wall.

Moreover, they got along well with the volunteers.

The personalities were somewhat complementary.

Both were eager to cooperate more effectively with each other.

This was unexpected by Lin Kang.

In the army’s center.

Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuya stood side by side.

Wei Banmeng’s cold eyes continuously scanned the tablet in her hand.

Real-time updates were shown from reconnaissance soldiers on the terrain and Life Ghost markers ahead.

Ji Wuya was more contemplative.

Having such a sharp blade in hand, coupled with Coldbone Fjord veterans’ familiarity with this ice field.

Three hundred miles of ice field.

Seemed no longer an insurmountable chasm.

Quickly, a scout in deep blue combat attire flickered out from the snowy front.

Standing before Wei Banmeng, speaking rapidly: "Fifty miles ahead, confirmed arrival at the white bone bastion outpost perimeter, the wave reactions inside align with the last intelligence from the scouting team, no large scale abnormal waves or reinforcement signs found."

Wei Banmeng’s cold face showed no change, just slightly nodding: "Good, keep observing."

"Yes!"

The scout blurred again, merging into the snowstorm.

The message rapidly reached the army’s forefront.

And reached Fang Qingyu’s ears, hovering several hundred meters above the army’s oblique upper side.

Fang Qingyu was covered by faint starlight.

Shielding him from the biting wind and snow.

His eyes deep as if containing rotating star rivers.

Captured the marching array of over sixty thousand below.

Also sensed the far-off building outlines faintly visible through the snowstorm, assembled from pale bones.

"Finally arrived."

Beside him, red-haired like fire Jiang Wei spoke softly.

Her clear red eyes also reflected that eerie outline.

Fang Qingyu remained calm, his voice cutting through the wind and snow, clearly reaching Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuya below: "Follow the original plan."

No superfluous orders, no stirring mobilization.

Just six simple words, the horn of attack.

Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuya exchanged looks, then nodded simultaneously.

Wei Banmeng’s cold voice instantly spread through the entire army: "Target, White Bone Outpost, battle groups one to five, flank left! Groups six to ten, maneuver right! Coldbone Fjord’s first and third mixed teams, follow my central breakthrough! All other units, block the perimeter, eliminate routed enemies, move!"

Boom!

The formerly silent marching army suddenly burst forth with astounding momentum.

Splitting and accelerating towards planned directions with remarkable efficiency.

The martial artists’ Qi Blood exploded, their feet powered, shattering ice underfoot, like arrows loosed, drawing residual images across the snow.

The Divine Cultists also applied their methods, quickly advancing.

The entire process was swift and orderly, brimming with killing intent.

The tactical proficiency and transition speed shown by the Dawn Corps.

Forced Coldbone Fjord veterans to put away their last slightest disparaging thoughts.

Fully matching the pace.

Ji Wuya personally raised his massive horse-cutting saber.

Charging at the forefront of the central breakthrough group.

...

White Bone Outpost, core of the outpost.

Inside the bone structure.

The atmosphere was not tense and murderous as imagined.

A nearly three-meter tall figure with a bull-like head, massive curved horns, its body covered in dark blue scales, in a centaur form.

Sitting casually on a throne carved from spine bones.

It was the highest commander of this outpost.

Tier Four Royal Life Ghost Desert Battle Leader.

It was idly chewing a dark red meat chunk exuding rich blood scent, using stout fingers.

Below, a small framed, wolf-headed but human-eyed Tier Three Life Ghost, Cunning Speaker.

Stood respectfully with head bowed.

"Everything ready?"

The Desert Battle Leader’s voice was deep and hoarse, with a natural sense of pressure.

Cunning Speaker promptly stepped forward, his sharp voice ingratiating: "Reporting to Desert Leader, as per your orders! Seven thousand three hundred expendables selected from attached tribes and campgrounds, all gathered both inside and outside the outpost."