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The 12th outpost of the East China Sea defense line.

Acting Commander-in-Chief Chen Guoliang stood in front of the command platform.

On the holographic map in front of them, the dots representing their own strongholds were going out one by one.

"Third outpost, out of contact."

"Fifth outpost, out of contact."

"The defensive formation of the Eighth Outpost has been breached; the defending troops have been completely wiped out!"

The reports came one after another, each one like a knife stabbing into his heart.

Less than twenty minutes have passed since the first wave of attacks.

Of the 64 outposts along the outer perimeter of the East China Sea defense line, 17 have already been destroyed.

"How could it be so fast?"

Chen Guoliang slammed his fist on the table, causing the holographic map to shake.

"Why are their attack routes all aimed at our blind spots?!"

No one could answer him.

But everyone already knew the answer in their hearts.

Song Henian.

That defector elder sold everything from the Dragon Kingdom's East China Sea defense line.

"Report! The 14th Outpost has been attacked by a Martial Emperor-class weapon! The main gun turret has been destroyed in a single hit!"

Chen Guoliang's hands were shaking.

Emperor-level.

His strongest subordinates are three late-stage Martial Saints.

There is a whole realm difference between the Martial Emperor and the Martial Saint.

How do we fight this?

"Calling central command! How long until emergency reinforcements arrive?"

The communications soldier's voice was choked with sobs.

"Reports say the troops from the north are arriving at full speed, within an hour and a half at the earliest!"

One and a half hours.

Chen Guoliang closed his eyes briefly.

An hour and a half is enough time for those Japanese to breach the entire defensive line three times over.

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On the sea.

The man in the white kimono stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the scene below, and nodded in satisfaction.

Eiji Fujiba is currently ranked among the top three in the Japanese martial arts world, holding the third dan of the Martial Emperor title.

Behind him were two martial emperors: one named Sanada Osamu, a second-level martial emperor; and the other named Ito Kukai, a first-level martial emperor.

Three martial emperors.

This is a lineup assembled by the entire nation of Japan.

Fujiba Eiji gazed at the distant coastline ablaze with flames, his smile never fading.

"Mr. Song."

Song Henian stood behind him.

"The people of China often say, 'Fortresses are always breached from within.'" Fujiba Eiji turned around and bowed slightly to Song Henian. "Now it seems that this is indeed true."

There was no trace of remorse on Song Henian's face.

"That's right, that's right."

Fujiba Eiji straightened up and looked toward the depths of the coastline.

"According to the intelligence you provided, after breaking through the East China Sea defense line, we will directly attack Zhenlongtai inland."

"Once the essence of the dragon vein is extracted, the foundation of the dragon kingdom's fortune will be severed."

"At that time, everything Mr. Song wants will be within his grasp."

Song Henian did not answer.

He turned around and looked in the direction of the Dragon Kingdom.

The land that gave him birth and nurtured him was now teetering on the brink of collapse amidst the flames.

He saw nothing.

Ruins of the 14th Outpost in the East China Sea.

Sanada Osamu jumped down from the top of the collapsed watchtower, his feet landing on the rubble, raising a layer of dust.

In front of him, a dozen or so soldiers from the Dragon Kingdom were still resisting.

The leader was a middle-aged military officer at the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm. Half of his body was soaked in blood, and his left arm hung limply at his side, with the bone protruding from his flesh.

But he did not budge an inch.

He held a long sword in his right hand, the tip of which was pointed at Sanada Osamu.

"Get the hell back here."

Sanada Osamu looked at him and shook his head.

"Commendable courage."

He raised his hand.

A burst of energy shot out from his palm and pierced through the officer's chest.

The officer looked down at the hole in his chest, from which blood was oozing.

The knife slipped from his hand and stuck in the ground.

His body lurched forward.

Before he collapsed, he was muttering something.

"..."

thump.

He fell face down into the rubble.

Sanada Osamu withdrew his hand and turned to walk toward his next target.

Behind him, the bodies of more than a dozen Chinese soldiers lay scattered on the ground.

Command room of the 12th outpost.

The lights on the holographic map are still going out.

Twenty-three seats.

Twenty-eight seats.

Thirty-one.

Chen Guoliang's hands were numb.

"Report... Outpost No. 32, out of contact."

The communications soldier's voice had lost its inflection. It sounded like he was reading a list. A list of the dead.

"Commander-in-Chief, we..."

The chief of staff walked up to him and asked in a low voice, "Should we organize an evacuation?"

Chen Guoliang remained silent for five seconds.

"Where to retreat to?"

He pointed to the holographic map.

"Their attack route has cut off all our retreat routes; we're blocked from the north and from the south."

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, filled with barely suppressed hatred.

That old beast Song Henian.

If that old bastard were still within the borders of China, Chen Guoliang would love to chop him into mincemeat himself.

"Report! The outer perimeter detectors of the 12th outpost have detected a large-scale approaching aura! Direction: Head-on!"

"quantity?!"

"Thirty...no, fifty! At least fifty Martial Saints! And Martial Emperors too!"

Chen Guoliang's face turned completely ashen.

They're heading straight for his command post.

"Everyone to your combat positions!"

Chen Guoliang drew his sword.

His cultivation level was only at the fifth stage of Martial Saint.

He was well aware of the situation when facing a direct attack from a Martial Emperor-level being.

It's highly likely I won't be able to leave today.

But he won't run away.

Song Zhenkun died, and he inherited this mess.

It is his responsibility to defend the East China Sea.

Even if I die, I'll stand up.

"Issue the order to the entire army."

His voice regained its composure.

"Hold your ground and await reinforcements."

"Anyone who backs down will be court-martialed."

The officers in the command room stood up straight in unison.

No one questioned it.

The sound of explosions outside was getting closer and closer.

The ground was shaking, and the lights overhead were swaying violently.

The communication panel flashed.

An encrypted message popped up.

He hadn't seen the sender's encoding before. But the message was only one line long.

"Hold on. I'm coming."

Signed: Lin Feng.

Chen Guoliang stared at those four words for two seconds.

He had never met Lin Feng.

But in the last two weeks, this name has become a hot topic in the four military regions.

Chen Guoliang gripped his sword tightly.

"Brothers!"

He roared.

"Reinforcements are on their way!"

Everyone looked up.

"Die before reinforcements arrive!"

Over the East China Sea.

The dark purple body of the Nether Dragon darted swiftly along the clouds.

The white line of the sonic boom stretched out from behind it, creating a tail that seemed to go on forever.

Lin Feng lay on the dragon's back and pushed forward at full power.

Even at this speed, the limit of sixth-grade mental power's perception range is still insufficient.

He could only obtain real-time battle reports from the front lines through the military's communication channels.

Every single one of them was bad news.

Thirty-seven outposts have lost contact.

More than two thousand soldiers were killed in action.

The defenses are about to collapse completely.

Duan Hongyuan's voice came through the communicator.

"The 12th outpost in the East China Sea is the location of the general command post, and the enemy is closing in. Chen Guoliang is only a Martial Saint of the fifth dan level; he can't hold out for long."

Lin Feng did not reply.

He looked up and gazed ahead.

Through the gaps in the clouds, the firelight illuminated half the sky.

That's the direction of the East China Sea defense line.

"Soon."

He patted the Nether Dragon's neck.

The Nether Dragon raised its head and let out a dragon's roar.

The speed has increased even further.

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