479: It's here!

The information Master Qing Yuan mentioned made those in the hall instantly alert, and they began offering suggestions and discussing how to guard against an assault by the Sea Race...

As more information about the Sea Race was revealed, everyone began to realize the true terror of the new Sea Race, and the atmosphere in the hall became even heavier and more serious...

However, Master Qing Yuan immediately followed up with a new piece of information, saying, "I have just received information that Nanyue Base has prepared a counter-attack plan to launch a strike against the Sea Race!"

"Counter-attack?!" Everyone was stunned. The term was a bit unfamiliar, but given their intelligence, it was not hard to understand; they all realized it meant launching an attack against the Sea Race.

This surprised them. Wasn't Nanyue Base the weakest base? Where did they get the guts to dare attack the Sea Race?

Under the overwhelming trend of the Sea Race invasion, it would be a blessing for a weak base like Nanyue Base just to hold its ground; wanting to turn around and attack the Sea Race was basically akin to courting death.

Observing the expressions of the crowd, Master Qing Yuan naturally knew what they were thinking. He did not hold back. He walked to a blank light screen, raised his right hand, and began to draw in the air against it. As his finger force projected, a topographic map quickly appeared on the screen. He looked at everyone with piercing eyes and said, "This is the Nanyue River. Where it meets the sea, it forms the 'Zhoushan Delta', which is also the main Breakthrough point for the Sea Race to enter the interior. Long Yuan and his team's plan is like this..."

Soon, he explained the information he had just received to everyone in detail. When he finished speaking, everyone was dumbfounded. This could actually work?!

Xu Yanran stared intently at the map on the light screen, a look of excitement appearing on her face as she asked, "Senior, what do you think are the chances of their plan succeeding?"

Master Qing Yuan pondered and said, "The success of the plan depends on many factors; favorable timing, geographical advantages, and human unity are all indispensable. For instance, the volume of water, the execution of the plan, the intensity and density of the firepower, and so on. However, in my opinion, the possibility of Long Yuan's plan succeeding is extremely high. Although they are weak, they are borrowing the power of the Nanyue River. Even if the Sea Race is formidable, they will be utterly defeated when facing the power of nature, just like our Human Race encountering a tsunami!"

"Indeed!"

"Yes, before the power of nature, life is very fragile!"

"Can we use this approach at Shanhai Pass?"

"Not bad, not bad. If possible, if we also use the power of nature to deal with the Sea Race, it would be much simpler!"

"I think it's viable. The Sea Race is indeed a great threat in the sea, but if they come to land, they will suffer from maladaptation. Using the natural forces on land to deal with them is the most correct approach!"

"Makes sense, makes sense..."

The atmosphere in the hall instantly livened up. Everyone spoke up, feeling as if their train of thought had been opened up by this plan. In an instant, countless new ideas were generated, constantly colliding with one another...

Meanwhile, a similar situation occurred in Linhai City. Prince An was there discussing a similar plan with Qin Yuan, Qi Wuxia, Geng Rutai, and others. Everyone's mental state was quite excited for a moment, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope for defeating the Sea Race...

January 1st, 109th Year of the Great Ming Empire Restoration.

This New Year's Day was destined to become an important historical milestone for the Great Ming Empire, because on this very afternoon, massive sea vessels appeared on the distant horizon, sailing towards Shanhai Pass!

A war between the Great Ming Empire and the Sea Race thus began.

The ones acting as the fuse for this war were none other than the masters of these sea vessels, Fusang Country!

On the upper deck platform of a massive multi-storied ship, Yokota Ichiro stood at the front like a deep abyss or a towering mountain. He held a precious saber in his arms, looking up at the mountains faintly appearing in the distance, as well as the pass vaguely visible on the mountains. He knew that Shanhai Pass was about to be reached!

Beside him and behind him stood quite a few experts from Fusang Country, including three Martial Commanders, over a hundred Martial Generals, and the swarming masses of Martial Ancestors and Martial Masters on the other sea vessels. It could be said that for this operation, Fusang Country had bet everything!

In their view, with the Sea Race as their backing, this operation could not fail. Although it was said that after the victory of this battle, Fusang Country would only become a Puppet country of the Sea Race, the actual territory controlled would be countless times larger than before. The endless land and wealth of the Great Ming Empire would fall into the hands of Fusang Country. Compared to the little bit of dignity lost, what did such gains amount to?

Furthermore, if Fusang Country became powerful in the future, it would not necessarily fear the Sea Race. By then, contending with the Sea Race on equal terms, or even suppressing them in turn, was not impossible. Therefore, no matter how one calculated it, this was a heaven-sent opportunity for Fusang Country. If they could not firmly grasp it, they would truly be failing their ancestors...

Yokota Ichiro looked at the majestic pass in the distance with resolute eyes, a surge of great ambition rising in his chest. He felt that the world before him was about to tremble under his feet; this feeling of being the master of the world was truly incomparably wonderful!

Suddenly, for some reason, a vague figure flashed through his thoughts, and a clear voice echoed in his ears: "Once you step out of the Great Ming Empire's borders, do not return, otherwise bear the consequences!"

His heart skipped a beat. This voice had haunted him like a curse. Ever since he was expelled from the Great Ming Empire's borders by someone last time, this voice would occasionally ring in his mind, causing him to lose his appetite and sleep, suffering endless torment. He never expected it to appear again so inopportunely at this moment!

Yokota Ichiro frowned and forcibly suppressed this sense of unease. He gritted his teeth and secretly made up his mind: if he encountered that person again this time, he must do everything in his power to kill him!

In fact, it was precisely the sense of unease after that return that made him strive for improvement. Over these past few months, he had cultivated desperately, raising his blade aura to a distance of one meter, allowing him to unleash combat power at the Martial King level despite being at the Martial Commander Realm. This was the source of his confidence in daring to come to the Great Ming Empire!

A Martial King already stood at the pinnacle of Xuan Practitioners on this planet. Even if the opponent was also a Martial King, at most, it would be a draw; what was there to fear?

He calmed his mood and slowly said, "Shanhai Pass is right before our eyes. Who dares to act as the vanguard and help us trick open this pass? Rest assured, after the deed is done, I will definitely record a great merit for them!"

"My Lord, let me go and try!" said a person nearby. This person was bald but had a small braid at the back of his head. His body was obese, like a meatball, but he was one of the four great Martial Commanders of Fusang Country, named Takahashi Tokki.

"With your appearance, would they believe you? Better let me go; I guarantee I can make them obediently open the gate!" another Martial Commander said. This person was actually a woman, quite attractive, and very conspicuous among the crude Fusang People. Her name was Koyama Hanako.

"Not bad! It's better to let Koyama go; I can assist from the side!" the fourth Martial Commander, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a shrewd look in his eyes, chimed in. His name was Ingen Takashige, known among the Fusang People for his cunning and wit.