Inside the Tianshu Command Center, the status indicators for all ten Pangu Mecha remained green.
The landing on the Kona Satellite had succeeded.
With their backs to the wormhole, nine Pangu Mecha carved out a clearing several hundred meters across on the gray-white wasteland.
The tenth Pangu Mecha, carrying an Antimatter Bomb, stood behind the wormhole exit, its eyes constantly scanning its surroundings as it kept watch.
It was like a silent strategic anchor, holding the entire battlefield in place.
On-screen, Demon Clan corpses formed a ring of wreckage, dark green blood spreading along fractured rock strata as more unmanned units passed through the space wormhole in batches.
There had not even been any resistance that posed a challenge. Everything had gone so smoothly it was hard to believe.
Han Niba stood before the command console, his eyes never leaving the live feed.
"Where's the high-ranking target, the Demon God?"
Several staff officers brought up monitoring maps at once. Low- and mid-order elite Demon Clan troops filled the area around the landing zone, and the occasional sixth-rank demon was quickly cut to pieces by the Pangu Mecha.
But the eighth-order Demon God had not appeared.
Neither had the six seventh-order Demon Venerables that had previously appeared on Blue Star.
According to their preliminary intelligence, the Kona Satellite was the Demon Clan's current main stronghold. There was no way it had no high-ranking demons stationed here.
A staff officer reported gravely:
"Commander-in-Chief, no targets of seventh order or above detected yet. They may be outside the current area, or they may still be on their way."
Han Niba narrowed his eyes.
On a battlefield, the most frightening thing was not an enemy charging forward, but an enemy failing to appear when it should.
The former could be fought. The latter often