He paused. "This is good news, and it's bad news. The good news is that the war is finally reaching its conclusion. The bad news is… the price of that conclusion may be far greater than anyone anticipates."
Xu Wuyi was silent.
He finally understood why he had been summoned back with such urgency.
On a battlefield of Grandmasters, a strategic-level Innate Martial Artist like him truly had no role to play.
Even if his Liaoyuan Fire could clear out thousands upon thousands of ordinary Feathered People, before a Feathered King Level existence, he was still just an ant.
That was not a gap that could be bridged by numbers.
It was a fundamental difference in their very tier of existence.
"Then what are our orders now?" a General asked.
