To the west of the void continent, the Empire’s steadily advancing western route was no longer as calm.

A brigadier general ran into the central command at great speeds and presented a sealed document tube on one knee. “Sire, an urgent missive from Duke You!”

A middle-aged man with a short beard took the document cylinder, unsealed it, and read the contents swiftly. He became somewhat angry almost immediately, saying, “Rushing us again! What’s the point? I want to get there faster too, but how can I goddamn speed up?”

At this moment, the distant battlefield was filled with rolling smoke and explosions, signs of a fierce battle. A general nearby was disgruntled. “We’ve broken three defensive lines in a single day, how faster can we go? Who knew those dark races would be so crazy? They’re hell-bent on risking their lives instead of running away. Their Zhao-clan peoples’ lives are important, but what about our brethren’s lives?

An elderly general said, “Sire, Zhao Jundu’s fame is too great and has entered the Emperor’s eyes. We can’t treat him like a normal Zhao clan member. This battle will be a great accomplishment if we succeed, but all our troubles...