"Iron Demon!"
Zhang Yang's expression darkened. Guessing was one thing; confirming it was another.
Three hundred years later, he and Old Wang had been responsible for hunting Devil Race members within a hundred kilometers of the base. At that time, even the weakest Devil Race member possessed transcendent strength.
Among the various Devil Race members, two types were the most troublesome. One was the invisible Shadow Demon, which left even Old Wang, a cultivator of the Golden Core Path, helpless. Only Zhang Yang's Heart Sword could detect it.
The other was the Iron Demon—a Devil Race member with no weaknesses anywhere on its body, as hard as steel. This type of Devil Race member fed on steel and was incredibly powerful. Even when they encountered a transcendent Iron Demon, the two of them had to exhaust every trick they had, rack their brains, and bombard it wildly for several hours before slowly grinding it to death!
The greatest characteristic of this thing was its defense.
Zhang Yang had once whimsically tried to obtain the Iron Demon's core demonic language, but had never succeeded.
And now, three hundred years earlier, when the Devil Race had just invaded, he had unexpectedly encountered another Iron Demon.
The Iron Demon at this moment was naturally far less terrifying than the transcendent-level Iron Demon three hundred years later, but ordinary weapons still could not harm it.
As they watched the Iron Demon's second enormous hand thrust out of the ground, the concrete road looked like bread crumbs before it. Everyone felt a chill run through them.
"Turn the convoy around!"
"Noncombat personnel must maintain a safe distance of one kilometer."
"Combat personnel, remember not to waste your ammunition. The firearms in your hands won't cause this Iron Demon any damage unless you're using specially made