East, Holy Alliance, along the coastline.
Lately, the sky has been overcast, with thunderstorms and torrential rain.
Gale winds rise, great waves crashing!
Tsunamis ebb and flow, repeatedly assaulting the coastal military formations!
Many common soldiers with shallow cultivation have been exhausted, and even under the sea wind and moisture harboring strange energy, fallen ill as if stricken by evil.
"Commander, how long do we have to wait?"
An old but burly Great General, helmet on his head, armor on his body, wielding a hefty long-handled saber, looked toward the sea domain ahead and said solemnly: "Lately, the sea domain's condition is abnormal, continuous wind and rain day and night, corroding people's bodies. If we persist like this... in less than a month, my coastal army will likely see half the soldiers fall!"
In the past, if abnormalities appeared along the line, at most formations were left behind, then a full retreat was enacted.
