Lights throughout the Fief turned red, flashing frantically.
Lin Mo's heart tightened, and he hurried toward the Command Center.
Inside the Command Center, Long Zhan stood before the satellite surveillance screen, his expression exceptionally grave.
"They're here."
Lin Mo strode up to the screen and looked, his pupils abruptly contracting.
On the screen, the black Demon Clan Army poured out of the occupied territory like a tide.
There were not thousands, nor tens of thousands.
There were over ten million!
Densely packed Lesser Demons, Hellhounds, Corroders, and more blanketed the entire land like a locust swarm.
In the sky, Winged Demons and Gargoyles blotted out the sun, their beating wings whipping up fierce winds.
On the ground, Heavy Armor Demon Soldiers marched in square formations, their armor clashing like thunder.
There were also those enormous Siege Beasts, each dozens of meters tall, their every footstep making the earth tremble.
At the very forefront of this black torrent, nine figures hovered in midair.
The Eighth-Order Demon God Ao Lingsi stood before the eight Demon Venerables, Demonic Energy roiling around him, his aura terrifying.
Seeming to sense something, he raised his head. His eyes, burning with dark golden flames, seemed to pierce through the screen and stare directly at everyone inside the Command Center.
Lin Mo felt a chill down his spine.
Could an Eighth-Order Demon God sense the satellite monitoring him even from ten thousand miles away?
"Can we confirm they're heading toward us? How far away are they?"
Long Zhan's voice broke the silence.
A staff officer rapidly worked the keyboard, his voice trembling.
"Based on their projected route, they are indeed marching toward us."
"They're five hundred kilometers away... no, four hundred and ninety..."
"They're moving very fast. They're expected to reach the edge of the Fief in six