The war continued.
As the orders were issued, more and more Undead Race members began disembarking from the Nine Nether River.
Even while enduring the erosion of life energy, they still forcibly took on sentry duties, beginning patrols, reconnaissance, and vigilance.
Seeing this, Yang San naturally showed no mercy.
"Increase the firepower density in the Nine Nether River area."
"Focus the bombardment."
With the order given, countless artillery strikes poured down once more.
Boom!
Boom!
A massive number of attacks continuously rained down upon the riverbank.
The Nine Nether River was, after all, an S-Class Building. It possessed its own unique energy that could block out part of the outside world's influence.
Although this power could not strengthen the Undead Race, it could help shield them from environmental erosion.
Thus, this river had become their most important marching route.
But now, for the sake of vigilance, more and more Undead Race members had no choice but to go ashore.
And once they left the river, they not only lost the protection of the formation, but their bodies also began rapidly weakening.
Boom!
A laser cannon blast descended.
Entire swathes of the Undead Race were directly vaporized.
Attacks that had previously only been able to kill ordinary believers could now easily grievously wound Foundation Establishment cultivators and kill Qi Refining cultivators.
Nearly every shell could inflict two or even three times the usual casualties.
Yet the more Yang San did this, the more it proved one thing in the eyes of the Undead Race.
The Human Race was likely truly preparing to launch a surprise attack on the Nine Nether River.
Thinking of this, more and more Undead Race members began going ashore to patrol, regardless of the cost.
At that moment, a consciousness suddenly emerged from space.
"Master!" Lingxu