The black tide surged and spread, battering the mechs until the lights on them flickered erratically.
Fortunately, although the black tide came fiercely, it had not managed to extinguish the lights on the mechs.
Meng Fanxi glanced toward the command console. Aside from a few mechs nearby that had malfunctioned from the impact, the others had suffered only limited effects.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief when a buzzing sound came from outside the panoramic windows. The swarm had scattered in all directions, filling the sky.
They had crossed the mech defensive line and were heading toward Changping City.
Meng Fanxi's expression changed. He shouted, "Stop them!"
The mechs launched attack after attack. Human-faced Ticks were constantly blasted apart by Mystic Arts or Combat Skills, falling to the ground.
It was as if the sky were raining insects. But there were simply too many of them, and with the swarm spread out, the mechs' firepower could not concentrate.
Thus, even though Meng Fanxing and the others did their best to intercept them, they still could not stop every insect.
After that thin yet much larger black cloud left the defensive line, the first force in its path was the ground army stationed behind the mech defenses.
Watching the Insect Tide bear down like a wall of darkness, the commander of this Changping City ground unit wore a solemn expression. He picked up the radio and said, "All units, attack!"
"Behind us are our families and friends."
"No one is protecting them."
"Other than dying for them, we have no other choice!"
"Everyone, fight to the death here with me!"
After saying that, the commander picked up his rifle and strode out of the temporary camp.
Outside the camp, the artillery deployed on the ground had already opened fire.