Mecha warriors swung their Psionic Energy sabers, killing one enemy with every slash.
Soldiers without mechas held Psionic Rifles and fired at close range.
Some had broken weapons and simply grabbed rocks off the ground to hurl at the Gold-Eater Clan.
The battlefield had become a meat grinder.
Humans and the Gold-Eater Clan fought in a tangled mass.
There were no formations, no tactics, only the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.
A High-Tier Gold-Eater bit off the left arm of Chen Siyao's avatar.
She did not stop. The greatsword in her right hand thrust backward and pierced the Gold-Eater's skull.
A scream came from behind her.
Three Gold-Eaters pounced on a mecha warrior and knocked him down, their claws tearing open the cockpit.
They dragged the soldier out and devoured his body in an instant.
Gritting her teeth, Chen Siyao swept her sword across them, cleaving all three Gold-Eaters in half.
But the soldier was already dead.
Not even a body remained.
"Hold the line! Hold the line!" the commander roared over the comms channel.
But they could no longer hold.
The Human Alliance's soldiers fell one after another.
Some had their chests pierced by Gold-Eater claws and collapsed to the ground, twitching.
Others were struck in the head by Gold-Eater tail spikes and died on the spot.
The sound of mechas breaking apart mingled with the shrill scraping of Gold-Eater carapaces.
Chen Siyao's hundred-meter avatar swept its sword across the front rank, cutting more than twenty Gold-Eaters to pieces.
But before she could draw her sword back, three medium-sized Gold-Eaters lunged from the rear ranks, their claws reaching straight for her calves.
She stomped down, collapsing the ground into a ten-meter-deep crater and crushing two of the Gold-Eaters to pulp.
The third clamped its jaws around her ankle, cracking her