No one expected the losers to obediently roll off the stage of history. The Mountainous Country's Great Counterattack had gone remarkably smoothly in its early stages. The invaders had probably never imagined the counterattack would come so fast and so fiercely.
A veteran of Otherworld Exploration like Lu PingAn would not underestimate his opponents, but neither would he overestimate these otherworlders. He had deeply realized that opponents often fell apart in places you would never have imagined.
"...Tsk, this defensive line was practically handed to us."
It was now the second day of the conflict, the fortieth hour since the counterattack began. That also meant the time allotted by the Eastern Kingdom for this war was nearing its end.
Tactically speaking, driving all the local Fishmen back into the sea was a tremendous victory across the entire South Asian, even Asian, battlefield.
Strategically, however, if Dragon Moon Island remained here for more than three days—seventy-two hours—it would mean the other strategic objectives would be difficult to accomplish. Supporting the Pacific island nations was already the limit, let alone launching a probing attack against mainland Australia. Yet the latter truly had the potential to completely alter the situation across the planet.
The Eastern Kingdom's private time limit was fifty hours, but judging by the current situation, that might not be enough.
"Fortunately, they never considered defense."
If the invaders had truly begun fighting a positional battle, the defensive lines formed by those sea beasts and giant soldiers, with all kinds of fortresses and rings of defensive belts, could have delayed them endlessly.
But they had probably never considered the possibility of being driven back into the sea from the very beginning.
"Ahhh, Meatmen."
The massive Naga lord swung its blades, struggling and trying to resist.
But countless drones in the sky