That day, a deafening roar echoed over the ice fields of Mingwang Planet.
The fleet of the 29th Army arrived as scheduled.
Dozens of silver-white military ships hovered like giant beasts beneath the clouds. The fierce wind and snow battered the hulls, leaving not a trace and unable to shake the ships in the slightest.
Soon after, the bottom hatches of the ships slowly opened, and beams of pale blue teleportation light projected onto the ground, like pillars connecting heaven and earth.
Dense figures gradually solidified within the beams, and the orderly sound of footsteps thunderously echoed across the ice fields—in just a few minutes, the entire force of a hundred thousand troops had descended.
The ranks of this army were distinct and commanding.
At the forefront was the Spiritual Warrior Army, soldiers draped in dark golden Spiritual Armor engraved with flowing runes, each wielding uniform alloy battle sabers with blades shimmering with a faint cold light.
