Lin Mo looked at Yadis.
That really was no exaggeration.
The Dragons Clan's movements were far too restricted in the Underground City. Their bodies were so large that even turning around could easily knock down a whole stretch of buildings.
If they went out through the Underground City's passages, the city would probably be torn apart before the Demon Clan even attacked.
Lin Mo had no choice but to abandon the idea of conserving magic power. He raised his hand again and opened a portal to the surface.
A deep-blue spatial gate appeared and rapidly expanded.
This time, the gate needed to be enormous, large enough for the dragons to pass through, and that would take some time.
The spatial gate soon reached over two meters in diameter. Cold wind howled through it, stirring everyone's hair.
Seeing that people could already pass through the portal, the Seventh-Order Experts of Terra's various races nodded to one another and walked out in succession.
Fendona, Kael, Thorin, Grom, and the others entered one after another, along with their attendants.
After waiting a while, Yadis and the other three Seventh Order dragons also rose, their massive bodies entering the portal that was just large enough for them to pass through.
A bone-chilling wind struck them in the face.
The sky over Antarctica's surface was dim, with heavy clouds hanging low. Tiny ice crystals drifted through the air, and enormous craters pocked the icefield beneath their feet.
The wreckage of missile emplacements lay scattered across the snow.
Broken cannon barrels, overturned armored vehicles, and scorched drone wings were all half-buried in ice and snow.
Not long ago, this had been the defensive firing line Great Xia had established on the surface.
Now, nothing remained but devastation.
The Demon Clan Army had already retreated.
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