The Elves on the Treant cheered and jumped for joy.
The spectators slowly emerged from their dumbstruck state as well.
Warwick's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed with difficulty.
"That firepower... it's terrifying!"
Shock flashed in Kael's eyes.
"Even a Fifth Order demon couldn't withstand a bombardment like that."
Elder Muyu tilted her head back, gazing at the steel Treant.
Her eyes grew moist.
"Our people... finally have the strength to fight back."
Adrian clenched his fists, a scene already taking shape in his mind.
Tens of thousands of demons surged forward like a tide.
The Treants took root, and the Iron Fortresses touched down.
Hundreds of weapons opened fire at once.
Howitzers, rocket artillery, autocannons, missiles...
Firepower poured out, drowning the demons in a sea of flames.
That scene...
What a slaughter!
Fierce fighting spirit instantly blazed in his eyes.
"Lord Lin Mo!"
He turned and bowed deeply to Lin Mo.
"The Elves will forever be grateful for Great Xia's kindness!"
Lin Mo waved a hand.
"General, there's no need to be so formal!"
"We're allies, all working to defeat the Demon Clan!"
"I hope these modified weapons satisfy you and help you wipe out the demons!"
At the edge of the testing grounds, the representatives of the various races had gathered in a circle.
Warwick looked at Lin Mo.
"May I ask how many weapons there are?"
"I can't wait to give those demons hell!"
Adrian also stepped forward, his voice urgent.
"The Elves would also like to transport the Treant fortress equipment back to the Royal City as soon as possible!"
Yadis folded his wings and came over, his draconic rumble low.
"The Dragons Clan needs them too. The more, the better."
Lin Mo looked at Zhao Gang.
Zhao Gang shook his head, his voice steady.