And when countless barrages failed to slow the mist for even a moment, when that mist appeared before them-
A metallic scraping rang out as an Abyss Demon swung its sharp claws across the Soul Tool Shield before it, leaving deep gouges.
But the next instant, the Black-Grade Mecha before it immediately swung the Soul Guidance Longsword in its hand, cutting it clean in two.
Then the metal wall formed by these Black-Grade Mechas met the floodlike onslaught of Abyss Demons.
Even so, none of the Black-Grade Mechas before the forward positions retreated so much as half a step.
The positions along the Integration Movement's defensive line were already engaged, and those on the Sun Moon Federation's side were about to face battle as well.
Although the Abyss Army's attack on the defensive line still leaned toward the Integration Movement's side as before, the offensive arrived only ten seconds later than on the neighboring side.
But faced with this situation, Tang Wulin, Gu Yuena, and everyone else felt a trace of inexplicable panic in their hearts. An ominous thought arose within them.
As the mist swept toward them, the Sun Moon Federation's side did not have as many Black-Grade Mechas as the Integration Movement to form that kind of metal defensive line, even counting the three hundred Black-Grade Mechas the Tang Sect had sent as reinforcements, together with all the mechas in the Sun Moon Federation's legions.
Altogether, they numbered fewer than ten thousand, and Black-Grade Mechas did not even make up a quarter of them. Even with a very small number of Red-Rank Mechas among them, they could not do what the Integration Movement had done.
Facing this offensive from the Abyss Army, aside from these mechas and Tang Wulin's group holding back the onslaught at the front, the