By the banks of the Menglan River, the hundred-foot fortress walls stretched out, blocking the invasion of the Alien Race.
In the strategy chamber, Mu Qingge sat upright in the commanding seat, her eyes lowered in contemplation. The strategic map before her had already changed its appearance, revealing the Alien Race's army after the hurricane passed, necessitating a rearrangement of the map's deployments.
All around her, the Four Great Vassals remained silent, each watching the map with heavy expressions.
This was the scene Yuan Feng walked into.
He paused, quickly gathering his thoughts.
At present, although the Demon Clan had won one battle, the fight was just beginning. The full-scale attack by the Alien Race could erupt at any time, and they must resist the strongest onslaught.
So, he quietly entered, standing beside Ling Jiu, who turned to look at him. He simply nodded in greeting, not uttering a word to disturb Mu Qingge's contemplation.
