None of them lingered to fight. They continued flying toward Freedom Underground City.
A dozen or so minutes later, they arrived above Freedom Underground City.
The scene was even more chaotic than Lin Mo had expected.
Demon Clan creatures kept crawling onto the surface from the underground city's entrances, ventilation shafts, collapsed tunnels, and even fissures in the strata torn open by the nuclear explosions.
Great Xia's missile strikes had stopped them from gathering in large groups, leaving them widely scattered.
Using missiles against such a distribution was far too cost-inefficient.
An expensive missile might kill only a few dozen Low-Rank Demon Creatures, making it far less economical than leaving the Unmanned Legion to clear them out gradually.
Great Xia's tactical system had already automatically lowered the priority of these scattered Demon Creatures, reserving missiles for dense concentrations and high-order targets.
Otherwise, spending so much on a missile only to kill a handful of Demon Clan creatures would be too wasteful.
Their current stockpiles did not allow Great Xia that kind of extravagance, either.
"Right below us."
Lin Mo looked at the four nearly overlapping sources of spatial fluctuations on the scan, his gaze turning slightly cold.
The fifteen seventh-order experts released their domains simultaneously.
Terrifying pressure blanketed the surface. The low-order Demon Clan creatures that had just crawled out instantly fell flat on the ground, terrified and uneasy.
The three seventh-order dragons were too large to enter the complex underground areas.
Lin Mo had them remain on guard at the surface, also to prevent the Seventh-Order Demon Venerable who had escaped earlier from suddenly coming to cause trouble.
Only twelve seventh-order experts actually accompanied Lin Mo below.
Once the arrangements were complete, Lin Mo began chanting a Spatial Spell inside Pangu's cockpit.
Before long, a deep blue portal opened