After nearly a month of excavation, all three miniature spirit veins had been completely mined out.
That month had also been the most frustrating stretch the Immortal Race had ever endured. They were nearly driven mad by the torment.
These alien creatures were absolute beasts. They surrounded us without launching an attack, just ambushing us.
Shameless bastards!
They wanted to return to reinforce the center, but dared not, because it held not only the small spirit vein, but also the foundation of the Immortal Race-the immortal pool.
Returning would have been pointless anyway. While they hesitated and wavered, the enemy had already taken all the resources worth taking.
Bai Qi had seized on precisely this weakness, surrounding them without attacking.
The enemy had tried to send reinforcements back, but that was merely feeding troops piecemeal into the fire. The scattered groups were all wiped out by the Human Race.
After receiving Ying Zheng's message, Bai Qi stopped delaying and decided to launch the final all-out assault against the Immortal Race.
With the Immortal Race's high mobility, particular care had to be taken with the elders of the major sects, who had broken through to the foundation establishment realm.
If the Immortal Race launched a decapitation strike and charged into the Human Race's command center, the consequences would be no laughing matter.
Bai Qi made comprehensive deployments, while thorough preparations were also made inside the Star Gate.
Large numbers of fighter jets, bombers, and helicopters returned to base to refuel.
The Dwarven army pulled back ten kilometers, leaving the Immortal Race frowning. What was going on?
They immediately tightened their guard. When things strayed from the norm, something sinister had to be afoot.
They had actually guessed right. Unfortunately, there was no reward.
After receiving their orders and refueling, the Fighter Jet Unit immediately took off again.
This time, their orders were to maintain vigilance and patrol while strategic deployments were made in the rear.
They were to prevent any Immortal Race troops from approaching and keep them from threatening the security of the rear.
The fifty thousand Human Race soldiers near the Star Gate also rapidly advanced in tanks, spreading out in a fan-shaped formation to stand guard and protect the rear.
Large numbers of military vehicles emerged from the Star Gate. Each vehicle was dozens of meters long and carried cylindrical objects ranging from several meters to over ten meters in length.
These were the Qin Kingdom's Rocket Corps, bearing the treasures that safeguarded the nation-mobile, ultra-long-range ballistic missiles.
The Star Gate lay 11,000 kilometers from the small spirit vein, while the Qin Kingdom's latest long-range strategic missiles could precisely strike targets within 28,000 kilometers, with an error of no more than five meters. They could also use satellites to implement Infrared Guidance Technology.
Most astonishing of all were their ability to turn and their multiple independently targeted warhead technology.
Given the Immortal Race's current strength, the Human Race felt there was no need to load Mushrooms onto them yet. There was no other reason-they simply feared contaminating the spiritual energy and spirit veins.
Inside the military command vehicle, Bai Qi watched the heavily guarded Immortal Race through the satellite feed, his face expressionless. "Pass on my orders. Prepare to attack!"
Even a lion used its full strength to catch a rabbit. Underestimating the enemy and letting down one's guard were cardinal sins of warfare.
The Rocket Corps continued emerging from the Star Gate, deploying to designated positions under the generals' direction.
After reaching their assigned positions, the military vehicles slowly began unfolding, and the enormous missiles mounted at their rear gradually tilted upward.
One day later.
Nearly two thousand mobile missile vehicles had reached their designated locations, completed deployment, and entered combat readiness.
The satellite view was truly breathtaking. Two thousand missile launchers stood in rows, their missiles slowly raising their heads until they were vertical.
The moment those heads rose, the Immortal Race had already lost.
When Cross, the enemy's star lord, saw this, he hurriedly transmitted a message to the Immortal Race's sect masters, telling them to be doubly careful. The enemy was making a major move.
Large numbers of metal monsters had emerged from the Star Gate, seemingly the enemy's secret weapons.
They looked somewhat like the things fired by the flying monsters before, but were hundreds of times larger.
He could also see the satellites in the sky, but there was nothing he could do. The Immortal Race simply could not reach them. What could anyone do about that?
After receiving his orders, the Immortal Race tightened their guard. That was all they could do.
They had no idea what the enemy was doing over there. If they took the initiative to attack, they feared that once their army dispersed, the enemy would strike the spirit vein or immortal pool from the air.
But if they did not attack, watching the enemy constantly bustle about left them deeply unsettled.
That tangled sense of indecision and helplessness was suffocating.
Inside the command vehicle, a large staff worked at a feverish pace to plan the attack targets.
After several days of preparations, combat assignments were issued throughout the force.
Large numbers of missiles were rapidly moved onto the surrounding open ground, spaced far apart to ensure their trajectories would not interfere with one another.
Once the first salvo was launched, they were to immediately reload their missiles and await instructions.
Watching the Immortal Race disciples still sitting on the ground cultivating in the satellite feed, Bai Qi took out his walkie-talkie. "On my command! Prepare to launch!"
"Five. Four. Three. Two. One."
"Launch!"
Bai Qi felt the ground around him suddenly shudder, followed by the thunderous roar of burning rockets.
Bai Qi led the officers out of the command vehicle and watched masses of missiles slowly rise from their launch vehicles and soar toward the sky.
Enormous flames burned behind the missiles, spewing thick clouds of white smoke and propelling them upward.
Two thousand missiles rose spectacularly into the air, trailing dense smoke. Upon reaching their designated altitude, they suddenly shot in the same direction at tremendous speed.
The Immortal Race disciples below were still cultivating and standing guard, utterly unaware of any of it.
This was a higher-dimensional strike, a civilization crushing another.
Had the Immortal Race possessed golden core realm cultivators, things might have been different. They could sense approaching danger.
With their endless array of bizarre abilities, it would have been difficult to wipe them out without launching Mushrooms for a large-area strike.
Cross sounded like a commentator. "Those strange objects of theirs have been raised."
"More than two thousand enormous cylinders have taken off, spewing flames."
"Don't worry. They're firing toward the sky. What now? Are they trying to launch a surprise attack on me?"
The Three Great Sect Masters of the Immortal Race were dumbfounded by what they heard. Had Father God gone mad?
What was he even saying? They hardly knew how to respond anymore.
"Something's wrong. These cylinders suddenly changed direction. Are they living creatures? But there's no sign of life?"
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"They've suddenly accelerated again! They're very fast! They're flying west!"
"But there shouldn't be too much cause for concern. The launch site is over ten thousand kilometers from you, so their power should be very limited. It must be a bluff."
"This is an enemy trick. Be careful of their ground troops using this opportunity to attack."
The Three Great Sect Masters exchanged looks. West? Were they in that direction?
The Earth Sect's sect master snorted coldly, then looked at his disciples and asked, "Which direction are we from the Star Gate? East? West?"
"Reporting to the sect master, we are directly west of the Star Gate!"
The Three Great Sect Masters' expressions grew grave. The Heaven Sect's sect master said solemnly, "They're coming for us. Be careful! Tighten the guard!"
"I've heard from the disciples that the flying monsters' weapons also have tracking capabilities. They pose a major threat to us, so we must be careful."
"Father God said this is an enemy scheme. We must watch out for their ground troops seizing the chance to launch an all-out assault."
The Immortal Sect's sect master closed his eyes and said slowly, "Do all that immortals can, and leave the rest to Heaven's will."
"This is one civilization crushing another. They know us like the backs of their hands, while we know nothing about the enemy. They've been running circles around us."
The Immortal Sect's sect master suddenly opened his eyes. His ears twitched, and he looked puzzled. "Hmm? What's that sound?"
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