"Looks like the intel was right. These bastards have formed a sizable force."
Nissan's voice rang out in the team channel. His broadsword, wider than a door panel, was already in his hand, his tone laced with a hint of cruel excitement. "Perfect. Time to let 'Skullcrusher' get a taste of blood."
"Stay alert,"
Captain Long Yu's voice was gentle and steady as always. "According to the plan, we'll cut in from the west and push straight through. We'll clear out at least three outer strongholds before their elite fighters can react. Wen Muyun, you're on left-flank support. Qin Feng, your spear style is grand and sweeping, fiercely powerful—you handle the right-wing assault. Nissan and I will take the center as the main point of attack. Move out!"
"Understood!"
"Roger!"
With three short, firm replies, four figures shot forward like arrows loosed from a bow.
