Perpetual Day Zone, Great Rift Valley of Death. Wang Bing stared at the virtual projection ahead, which displayed the situation around them. His brows were tightly furrowed, his heart shrouded in gloom.
The staff officers all talked at once, yet none could offer a reasonable suggestion. They could not even settle on a retreat plan.
In this war between humanity and the Holy Spirit that had suddenly erupted, humanity was already at an absolute disadvantage.
Although the fleets in space could drop Plasma Bombs, wiping out swathes of Holy Spirit with each blast, the Holy Spirit quickly adopted dispersed skirmish tactics, breaking their forces into scattered units.
They were now using more Plasma Bombs than ever, and production could no longer keep pace with consumption, yet their results were minimal. Clear images taken by drones even showed that the Holy Spirit's weapons, armor, and other equipment had already been upgraded.
The Holy Spirit feared no high temperatures, required no logistics, and could easily cross thousands or tens of thousands of kilometers.
Even more troublesome, the Holy Spirit actually knew to capture prisoners—human traitors!
The scattered Holy Spirit forces advancing from all directions were about to encircle the base on this side of the Great Rift Valley of Death.
Large numbers of Holy Spirit had now crossed the Perpetual Day Zone over thousands of kilometers, infiltrating the camps around the Great Rift Valley of Death in groups of three to five. They then formed formations, creating combat squads of thirty to fifty, and began interweaving attacks.
The vanguards on both sides had already begun probing attacks.
Fortunately, the military positions around the Great Rift Valley possessed vast quantities of weaponry—lasers, Particle Cannons, High-Power Microwaves, and more—and were barely maintaining the situation for the time being.
Most of the specialized weapons and