Afternoon came.
Between the Seventh Defense Line and the Eighth Defense Line of the Twilight Grand Canyon.
Even the Orc warriors, renowned for their valor, began to show signs of exhaustion. They had initially been able to trade blows with the 0-1s, but now they were struggling to keep up.
That was hardly surprising. These Orcs were almost all rated around black iron two-star, while the Purifier 0-1s were "elite" troops whose actual combat strength reached black iron three-star. If their strength had not been so lacking, their combat rating might have risen another star, reaching black iron four-star.
But as always, there were no ifs in reality. The Orc warriors began to retreat, and even Cheng Yu, sitting in the Steel Main City, started to wonder whether the Wisdoms had miscalculated.
After all, judging by the current situation, his side still seemed to have a good chance of repelling this assault.
What happened next, however, taught Cheng Yu a lesson: never doubt the professionals.
He saw the Magitech Corps of the Xipu Federation and the Kurland Kingdom emerging one after another from the Eighth Defense Line—the same troops that had exchanged bombardments with his legion that morning.
But Cheng Yu's army no longer had the resources to exchange fire with them. The only reason his legion had held out this long was that its superior firepower had forced a loss ratio of one to two.
After all, the troops fighting Cheng Yu's legion at close quarters were elites from several of the continent's powers. Among them were high-level professionals who could scrap more than a dozen 0-1s with a single strike.
The arrival of the enemy Magitech Corps was therefore the worst possible news for Cheng Yu's side. Yet they had no choice but to return fire. Unless they