Meanwhile, back in the Xu family subspace.
Xu Qianghua stood in the center of his private study.
The room was silent except for the soft hum of the spiritual projection floating above his desk.
A massive world map hovered in the air, lit up with thousands of tiny markers—each one tied to a city, a battlefield, or a critical resource point.
Different colors pulsed slowly, showing the shifting tides of war across the continents.
He stood still, hands behind his back, simply watching.
For a while, he didn't say anything.
There was no rush.
No panic.
This moment wasn't about making fast decisions and sending the clan members to risk their lives for people who do not value their own.
It was about understanding.
He waved one hand slowly, and the projection shifted, zooming in on the Northern Continent first.
Green markers flashed across the mountains and river valleys—zones recently secured after weeks of heavy fighting.
Small notations floated next to them.
