The constructs facing Zong Yiyang at that moment were not mechanical creations of the highest caliber. Thus, despite their armor and primordial energy shields, they were still blasted apart one after another. Violent explosions erupted without end, accompanied by soundless ripples spreading in every direction.
But machines knew no mercy. They continued surging forward like a tide, divine light and flame baleful intent interweaving in brilliant splendor, turning the battlefield into a grand, thunderous fireworks display.
Zong Yiyang and Hong An could still cope, but the Core Formation Experts under them, and even the Nascent Soul Experts, soon found themselves struggling.
The firepower of these thousands upon thousands of flying boats and warships was simply too ferocious. Although none was particularly high-grade, and most were merely three- or four-star units making up the numbers, their long-range attacks alone caused the group considerable trouble.
With the Puppet Dao's productivity now advancing at tremendous speed, three- and four-star warships equipped with five- or six-star Divine Ability Mechanism Devices, or better, were everywhere. Units devoted to firepower, reconnaissance, protection, and support each fulfilled their own roles. It was already difficult to classify them by individual grade alone. They were all part of a legion, just as a Great Power split his divine sense into myriad strands to battle many enemies at once-every strand was still the divine sense of a Great Power.
Moments later, screams rang out beside Zong Yiyang as several men were wounded in succession and fell back.
"Great Elder Zong, we can't hold on!"
Zong Yiyang frowned, inwardly vexed. "Great Elder Hong, there are far too many enemies. They can't help us here anyway. We should let them return first."
Great Elder Hong considered briefly, then flicked out several streams of magic power that sank into their bodies. "Very well.