Bibi Dong stood atop a command armored vehicle at the rear, her violet eyes coldly watching the slaughter below.
Soon after Bibi Dong had finished inspecting the continent, Murong Huai had secretly sent her out. Accompanying her were Judgment City's tank regiment and its first air force unit.
They had concealed themselves in secret, preparing to resist the Heaven Dou army.
"Brother Murong truly foresaw everything. The Heaven Dou Empire really did split its forces!"
Though the legion she had brought was not small, it would still have been insufficient against an army of seven or eight hundred thousand. Now, however, the enemy had only around four hundred thousand troops. Under the suppression of advanced technology, psychological terror, and the effects of marching through the night, they simply could not withstand the tank corps' assault.
Her fingertips moved slightly. With a single order, the net of fire tightened once more. Judgment City's modern weapons and Soul Tools worked in perfect coordination. Tanks advanced across the ground while aircraft suppressed them from the skies. The four hundred thousand Heaven Dou soldiers were like lambs awaiting slaughter, utterly unable to resist.
Ye Jin swung his longsword, attempting to gather the scattered soldiers, but a shell exploded at his side, and the blast wave threw him to the ground.
He struggled back to his feet and watched as the soldiers around him fell one after another. Heaven Dou's cavalry charged, only to be cut down by concentrated fire the moment they neared the tank lines. The arrows fired by the archers were little more than a joke before resilient steel. Their pride—their Soul Master units—did not even have the chance to unleash their soul skills before being blasted to pieces beneath the large-scale bombardment of modern weapons.
"Retreat! Retreat now!" Ye Jin cried