Faced with the threat from the Demon Clan, Long Zhan understood the urgency and immediately ordered:
"All forces, first-level combat readiness!"
"Noncombatants, withdraw to Blue Star through the portal immediately!"
"All combat units, enter maximum alert status!"
"Yes, sir!"
The communications soldier shot to his feet, his fingers flying across the console.
Alarms instantly rang throughout the fief.
Red emergency lights spun nonstop, and the piercing sirens set everyone's nerves on edge.
Researchers put down their instruments, construction crews shut down their equipment, and logistics personnel handed over supply inventories.
The people working in the factories streamed out as well.
Everyone moved in unison, hurrying toward the portal.
There was no panic, no shoving.
This was the discipline the Great Xia people had forged during doomsday.
Over this period, the number of people working and living in Great Xia's fief had grown to nearly a hundred thousand without anyone quite noticing.
These people had to evacuate Terra to minimize losses.
Lin Mo stood before the sand table, staring at the dark-gold figure on the screen as his thoughts raced.
An eighth-order Demon God.
Eight seventh-order foes.
That lineup could plow the entire fief flat three times over.
Long Zhan swept his gaze over all the staff officers present and said:
"Everyone, I need you to come up with a response within an hour."
"Understood!"
The staff officers rose and saluted as they answered, then quickly gathered in a circle, discussing in rapid, hushed voices.
With the Demon Clan's threat looming and disaster upon them, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt almost tangible.
"We could try a saturation strike with electromagnetic cannons first!" a young field-grade officer spoke up first.
"Concentrate our fire and take out those seventh-order foes first. As for the eighth-order one, we'll figure something out afterward.