This army of steel advanced at a steady pace, like a precision war machine cruising across the land of another world.
Any member of the Demon Clan that appeared within its detection range, whether running on the ground or flying through the air, was met with world-shattering artillery fire the instant they were detected.
The army did not even bother stopping to tally the results.
In the face of absolute firepower, confirming kills was meaningless.
Kael and Elder Muyu went from initial shock to utter numbness.
Whenever the guns thundered, they knew that somewhere an unknown distance away, more of the Demon Clan had met with disaster.
They were accustomed to knights charging on horseback, mages chanting spells, and the brutal, bloody battles of two enormous armies locked in slaughter on a plain.
They were accustomed to... warfare within sight.
But the way the people of Great Xia fought completely overturned their understanding.
This did not look like war.
It looked more like... a show of force on the Terra Continent, with the Demon Clan serving as targets.
"Kael," Elder Muyu said with a wry smile,
"I feel like... Great Xia isn't marching. It's hunting."
Kael said nothing, and there was no telling what he was thinking.
He simply stared silently out the window.
The soldiers marching in orderly step, silently following the armored vehicles, had not even raised the guns in their hands from beginning to end.
Aside from their lunch break during the march, these soldiers seemed to know no fatigue.
If Lin Mo had not said it was because of their exoskeletons, Kael would have suspected that Lin Mo's earlier claim about the people of Great Xia being physically frail was false.
When the Terra Continent's red setting sun sank below the horizon, the army finally stopped.