"What?!!!"
"Speed up?!"
"Isn't there a Great Rift Valley up ahead?!!?"
In an instant, in the command channel, the horrified shouts of hundreds of convoy captains exploded like thunder. They couldn't understand it at all—there was a bottomless abyss ahead, so why not only not stop, but accelerate straight toward it? Had they gone insane?
"It's Lin Xian!"
Hearing the voice on the comms, Chen Sixuan's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed.
"Everyone calm down. Lin Xian is the Doomsday Sword Holder—he alone is worth a hundred Steel Refining Track Factories. Since he's decided this, then he must be sure of it!"
On Jiang Yun's side, he immediately responded, directly hailing Lei Zhen of the Republican Alliance and a few of Captain He Linqiu's convoys.
"Lei Zhen, Captain He, the vehicle convoys behind you follow Captain Lin's arrangement—keep distance on the tracks, charge forward in parallel!"
