On the sea.
Inside the aircraft carrier Kunlun's bridge, the atmosphere was grim.
Liu Yishou stood on the bridge, his eyes fixed on the constantly updating land battle data on the main screen.
Red ballistic arcs from the coastal artillery positions precisely covered the Demon Clan Army's charging routes.
"Hit them hard!"
"Don't spare a single round! Blast every last one of these freaks to kingdom come!"
Liu Yishou slapped the armrest, his roars echoing through the bridge.
Just then, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded.
A young sonar operator spun around, his face deathly pale.
"Sir! Underwater! There are huge numbers of targets underwater!"
"Twelve nautical miles ahead of the defensive line! Their numbers... we can't estimate their numbers!"
Liu Yishou's brow furrowed.
"Goddammit! They're launching an amphibious attack now?"
He grabbed the communicator.
"All vessels! Give these things a bath with torpedoes and depth charges!"
"Yes, sir!"
The communications officer immediately relayed the order.
Soon, on the main screen's tactical map, hundreds of red dots representing supercavitating torpedoes trailed long wakes as they slammed head-on into the dense mass of dots representing the Demon Clan surging from the deep sea.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A continuous series of muffled explosions sounded beneath the sea.
Clouds of murky bubbles churned to the surface, staining that stretch of water an eerie dark red.
"Hits! Hits!"
The sonar operator shouted excitedly.
"Large numbers of targets have disappeared!"
Liu Yishou was just about to grin when the sonar operator's next words made his face darken.
"Wait! More! More targets are surging up from deeper down!"
"They... they've surrounded Hailong Number Three!"
The words had barely left his mouth when a panicked call, laced with electrical static, burst from the speakers.
"Kunlun! Kunlun! This is Hailong Number Three! We're surrounded!"
"Requesting permission to activate Electric