Western Battlefield.
"Okay, I know."
Bai Yuxiao closed his smart brain and, riding the Ghost Dragon, swiftly arrived beside Bai Qiucha and said, "Brother Cha, the battle has begun in the sea area, and we still hold the advantage for now."
"Hmm."
Bai Qiucha nodded slightly and glanced at the barren ground beneath his feet, his brow furrowing without help.
This was the site of a fierce battle between the tribes and the Federation, and even the elevation of the world, the transformation of the earth, had not erased the traces of war.
And this was also the place chosen by the Federation for a decisive battle, based on the movements of the Death State.
Yet on their way here, they had found no suspicious areas, nor had they detected even a trace of the aura of death.
"Could we have been fooled, and the Death State chose another place from which to invade the Federation?"
As Bai Qiucha looked up at the expanding black clouds above, his eyes suddenly sharpened.