Lin Mo nodded.
"Thank you for your kindness. I understand what you mean."
He looked toward the wormhole. "That's why we're only making preparations."
The electromagnetic cannon flared again. A Winged Demon had barely lunged out of the wormhole when its wings were burned through, and it screamed as it crashed to the ground.
Lin Mo said calmly:
"The passage has to stay open. As long as it's there, we can keep observing, testing, setting up defenses, and tracing where the Demon Clan comes from."
"When we're strong enough, these wormholes won't just be doors they use to invade us."
"They'll also become doors we use to strike back!"
The expressions of the Seventh-Order Experts from Terra shifted slightly.
Those words were far too audacious!
But considering Great Xia's strength, they didn't seem entirely unrealistic.
Lin Mo raised a second finger.
"Second, Demon Clan corpses have recycling value for Great Xia. We can extract materials from them. You all know that."
Hearing this, Warwick grew thoughtful.
Balin stared blankly for a long while before finally squeezing out a remark:
"What does that make this? Farming the Demon Clan?"
Lin Mo smiled.
"You could think of it that way."
The corner of Balin's mouth twitched.
The other experts from Terra also wore complicated expressions.
They had fought the Demon Clan for two hundred years, and it had always been the Demon Clan besieging their cities, slaughtering them, and wearing them down.
Yet here in Great Xia, things had suddenly taken a different turn.
A Demon Clan invasion had become a doorstep delivery?
Lin Mo picked up his chopsticks, his tone steady:
"The Demon Clan invades us for resources."
"So when we counterattack them in the future, there'll be benefits beyond eliminating a threat."
"War can't just burn money."
"Profit is the