Inside the tent, the flickering lights cast the shadows of the people onto the coarse canvas walls.
Qin Tian sat at the head, tapping his fingertips on the table. The eight battalion commanders and several core officers sat down in sequence, the sound of their boots on the ground had just ceased when he spread out a hand-drawn defense map on the table.
The densely packed red dots on the map resembled a prairie fire, spreading along the front lines of the three battle groups, shocking to behold.
"These are the enemies that our three battle groups are currently facing." Qin Tian's fingertip pointed to the densest area of red, "Judging by the deployment, the danger level of the Infernal Demon Sea is much more severe than the front line we previously guarded."
He paused and recounted his experiences in the Xingyuan Battle Group—the relentless demon tide, the warriors fighting while wounded, and the state of the entire battle group stretched to its limits.
