At the center of the camp, the flag of the Third Battalion flutters beside the temporarily built command platform, its tattered red background with gold patterns rustling in the wind from the Demon Abyss.
Qin Tian stood quietly under the flag, his black combat suit's edges lifted by the fierce wind, his eyes glowing with deep purple light like a pool, and his spiritual power forming an invisible network, capturing every movement within tens of kilometers.
Whether it was the earthen yellow spiritual energy in Lu Sheng's saber light, Terreda's barbarian-led unstoppable charge, or the sharp tear of air by the demon claws, all flowed clearly within his perception.
At this moment, he seemed like a celestial eye suspended above the battlefield, overlooking this blood-fire intertwined chessboard.
