A relaxed and cheerful atmosphere filled the command room.
The marker representing the Southwest Defense Line on the sand table had been casually pushed aside, ignored by everyone. As for the severe consequences that would befall the entire southern battlefield once the Southwest Front was breached by the Sea Demons... what did that have to do with them?!
At most, it meant that after the third defense line collapsed prematurely, the fourth line—composed of Loose Cultivators—wouldn't be fully prepared. The worst-case scenario was merely the deaths of a few more insignificant Loose Cultivators. As long as they could eliminate Gu Yuexi and that mosquito, this small price was nothing at all.
Zheng Chenguang had even pulled out a small bottle of Spiritual Wine, ready to celebrate the moment Gu Yuexi's death was confirmed.
