Nalan Hang rubbed his nose. He was certain this group member from the immortal cultivation plane had already confirmed his identity, which was why she had said that. Still, he was also somewhat looking forward to meeting her. After that, he turned his attention to the battle unfolding amid the stars.
At this moment, more and more members of the Insectoid Race were pouring out of the Wormhole. The giant Black Beetles were still the main force, while Scythe Mantises, Flying Centipedes, Steel Wing Bats, and yin-yang worms churned and squeezed out of the Wormhole as well, clashing with the Group Army guarding the defensive line.
The firelight of explosions could be seen everywhere. The moment the two sides met, casualties appeared on both sides. Shattered insect corpses, damaged battle armor, and wounded warships drifted through the starry void.
The Third Group Army's Medical Fleet did not even have the chance to rescue their comrades. They could only watch helplessly as the bodies of soldiers who had lost their mecha protection were devoured by the Insectoid Race. All they could do was record it with reddened eyes.
The Insectoid Race was even more frenzied. In order to repair their wounds, they even devoured their own kind without the slightest care, all for the sake of breaking through the defensive line. They knew very well that if they continued to be trapped here, only a dead end awaited them.
Neither side in the battle could retreat, so the fighting grew increasingly intense. From the main combat ships of the three echelons, mechas and attack ships kept flying out. After injured mecha warriors returned to the main ships, they would switch into new mechas and sortie again.
Whenever the defensive line was compressed, the main battleship would deploy a Hydrogen-Uranium Bomb, temporarily