"Open fire! Open fire!"
"Mimic Beasts have infiltrated! Psionic Special Forces, coordinate with us!"
"Mine shaft direction! Medium-weight Blade Beasts! Level Two Firepower coverage!"
The night suddenly became incomparably clamorous.
His Spiritual Sense carried shout after shout to him.
Wang Jixuan, clad in his Black Suit and carrying a golf bag and Battery Pack, stood on the rooftop of the Supply Station, nearly blending into the darkness.
He was waiting.
Waiting to witness the power of technology with his own eyes.
Noise flooded his ears!
Sparks suddenly appeared on one side of the camp. Countless Rapid Fire Cannons opened fire at once, and dense explosions erupted in the area between the mine shafts and the camp's defensive line!
The heatwave rushed at his face, and the Tin Houses shook continuously.
Under the searchlights, low-tier Basic Blade Beasts came scrambling out of the mine shafts, only to have their bodies blasted apart by the concentrated firepower.
Limbs were continually blown into the air, Bullet Trajectories stretched into straight lines, and drone swarms speeding through the sky dropped Fragmentation Bombs one after another.
Daoist Wang felt the blood in his veins flowing much faster.
And this did not even count as the prelude to war.
Uncle Tai's voice sounded through the helmet earpiece. "These things coming out are all Defective Blade Beasts, meant to drain our firepower. Level Two Firepower coverage is a bit wasteful. This commander is getting impatient."
The moment Uncle Tai finished speaking, great swarms of Blade Beasts suddenly poured from every mine shaft.
The Blade Beasts leaped or rolled forward, and half of them crossed the first fire line.
The pre-laid landmines on the ground detonated one after another, while a rain of bombs kept crashing down from above. The Electromagnetic Cannons set up inside the camp had