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Eastern Front Command.
Zhao Tingjian had never experienced such a thrilling yet pressured life in his lifetime.
Since the start of the war, he hadn't closed his eyes for several consecutive dozen days. Even though Transcendent Void Realm cultivators have tenacious vitality like non-humans, capable of resting for half a year or a year without issue, excessive toil and mental strain still filled his eyes with bloodshot veins.
Reports arrived like snowflakes, and rescue requests echoed like consecutive spring thunder, incessantly ringing in his ears.
What troubled Zhao Tingjian the most, however, was manpower.
The troops were completely insufficient; supporting this front meant delaying another. Often, reinforcements were like guerrilla fighters, extinguishing one fire just to rush to the next rescue.
Nowadays, the troop strength of the entire Immortal Base Three had been completely mobilized, with not even a drop of oil left to squeeze out.
