On the other side, Zhu Haomiao admired the giant bronze cauldron, towering over ten meters high like a divine object suppressing the heavens and earth, unable to resist nodding in satisfaction.
At this moment, Bai Linglong quietly walked behind him and whispered in his ear.
"Commander, Yi Lianzhen has already led the army into the Western Regions. In about three days, they will make contact with us."
Taking the tablet Bai Linglong handed over, Zhu Haomiao smirked slightly upon seeing the satellite map showing the enemy's trajectory.
"Understood, prepare for engagement."
"Yes."
Three days later, a rolling dust storm rose at the horizon's edge; a rugged and sturdy army approached the city slowly, with their overwhelming killing intent felt from afar.
"I have returned!"
Stepping once again on the soil of the East, Yi Lianzhen gazed towards his hometown, memories of parting words to his three sons flashed through his mind, bringing a deep sorrow to his heart.
