Boom, boom, boom, boom!
"Charge!"
Explosions and battle cries shook the heavens.
The Flaming Mountains were suddenly surrounded by a dense sea of demons and monsters, their numbers easily exceeding five hundred thousand.
Right at the very center of this encirclement were Wang Ming's Eastern Tang Dynasty Xuanjia Army, along with a pale-faced, lingeringly terrified Tang Sanzang and his party.
Wang Ming hovered at the peak of the Flaming Mountains, using his divine sense to control the blades within the flames to complete the final forging steps.
Surrounding Wang Ming were the ten thousand troops of the Xuanjia Army.
The Xuanjia Army was fully protecting Wang Ming, desperately holding back the charge of the fifty thousand demon soldiers rushing toward them.
The scene was grand and bloody.
Although the attacking side consisted of demons and monsters, and the Xuanjia Army consisted merely of ordinary mortals, the balance was heavily tipped toward the demons on the surface.
The monsters were indeed formidable; neither their spells nor their physical bodies could be easily breached by ordinary modern firearms.
However...
These were merely ordinary demon soldiers.
Put simply, demon soldiers were created when monsters needed subordinates, using their demonic qi as a medium to forcibly catalyze ordinary animals, awaken their spiritual intelligence, and transform them into beasts.
They were very weak in cultivation, yet to ordinary mortals, they were invincible existences.
However,
Faced with humans fully armed with modern projectile weapons, they were merely a bit harder to kill than ordinary humans wearing bulletproof vests.
The Xuanjia Army of the Eastern Tang thoroughly implemented the doctrines of modern warfare.
When poor, tactical flanking; when rich, carpet bombing.
Caliber is justice, and range is truth.
Volleys are romance, and explosions are art.
They had no intention of engaging the monsters in close combat