The Demon Tide did not stop. More members of the Demon Clan kept advancing over the bodies of their own kind.
They had no fear and knew nothing of retreat.
To the Demon Clan, low-tier monsters were expendable to begin with.
But this time, they were not facing an ordinary army that could tire, feel fear, or have its defensive lines torn open by an onslaught of flesh and blood.
They were facing Great Xia's robot army.
The Combat Robots did not give an inch. The front rank lowered their shields to the ground, forming temporary cover.
The ranks behind them fired continuously through the gaps in the cover.
Rows of miniature missiles rose into the air and exploded in the densest concentrations of the Demon Clan.
High-frequency oscillating blades sprang from their sheaths. Some Hellhounds that broke through the line of fire had barely lunged within reach before the robots sliced them apart with horizontal slashes.
Across the icefield, black blood kept spreading, only to be flung up by fresh explosions.
At the same time, the aerial battlefield erupted.
"Drone swarm entering the combat zone."
"Winged Demon swarm detected. Numbers exceed five thousand."
"Gargoyles are taking off. Suspected attempt to attack our reconnaissance nodes."
Inside the central Command Hall of Tianshu Underground City, battlefield reports refreshed in rapid succession.
Han Niba stood before the command console, his eyes fixed on the Antarctic battlefield situation map.
On the screen, red aerial units were rising from behind the Demon Tide like a vast, spreading shadow.
Winged Demons were extremely fast and excelled at low-altitude assaults. Gargoyles had stronger defenses and could withstand most firepower head-on.
If they broke into the drone swarm, gaps would appear in the frontline fire-control chain.
Han Niba said coldly:
"Aerial interception units, push forward."
"Roger."
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