Command Center.
Everyone silently continued working under the pressure of the Seventh-Order Demon Venerable's domain.
As soldiers, their will to resist far surpassed that of ordinary people. Besides, its pressure was nowhere near as terrifying as an Eighth-Order Demon God's.
Zhou Shan looked entirely unaffected as he continued watching the rapidly changing loss figures on the screen.
18 units... 22 units... 27 units...
Every number meant another costly fifth-order combat robot had become scrap metal.
His military budget was burning away rapidly, but he did not even blink.
"Where's the unit carrying the nuclear bomb?"
"It's entered the outer passage of the D7 Section! Estimated arrival at the target area in thirty seconds!"
"Faster," Zhou Shan urged, watching the blue dots buying time with suicidal charges.
They were trading their "deaths" for time.
D7 Section.
The corridor had become a ruin.
The floor was pitted, the walls riddled with holes, and steam spraying from ruptured pipes filled the air.
Robot wreckage lay everywhere: severed mechanical arms, armor plates blasted away, and power cores still throwing sparks.
A count showed the wrecks of more than thirty fifth-order robots already lying on the ground.
Yet more than thirty robots were still moving within the encirclement.
Reinforcements from the rear had never stopped arriving.
The seventh-order Demon Clan member stood amid a heap of scrap metal, panting heavily.
The relentless, high-intensity fighting and the self-detonation of several robots earlier had finally breached its defenses, leaving several wounds deep enough to expose bone.
Suddenly, every muscle in its body tensed.
A warning born of biological instinct faintly stirred.
Something was approaching.
Something very dangerous.
It whipped its head toward the depths of the corridor.
Its gaze passed over the dozen or so robots on the perimeter and caught a robot rapidly approaching from