The gray-white wasteland of the Kona Satellite was still burning.
One mushroom cloud had barely dispersed before a fresh black demon tide surged over the edges of the molten crater.
They trampled the charred corpses of their own kind, charging onward through the searing blasts of air like a pack of McDonald's whipped into madness by their master.
Cho'Gath had already committed every member of the Demon Clan on the satellite.
These low-order demons had no right to fear death, much less retreat.
The will of an Eighth-Order Demon God weighed upon the depths of their souls. Unless Cho'Gath called a halt, they could only keep throwing themselves forward.
The problem was that they could not break through.
Outside Great Xia's landing zone, the firing line resembled a slowly advancing wall of steel.
Nuclear bombs specifically struck points where the demon tide clustered, long-range rocket artillery cut the following black waves in half, and electromagnetic cannons and plasma cannons picked off the thick-skinned, hulking targets.
Only the remaining small groups of monsters were left for drones, unmanned combat vehicles, and robots of various ranks to clear out at their leisure.
This was war, cold and cruel!
A sixth-rank elite commander-class demon had just burst out from the edge of an explosion, foul-smelling black smoke rising from the gaps in its flesh.
It hurtled toward Great Xia's position at over a hundred meters per second.
Just as it drew near, before it could wreak havoc, a Pangu Mecha flashed toward it. Its cold features radiated ruthlessness as its High-Frequency Blade gave an ear-piercing buzz and swept past.
The demon had already raised its weapon, yet it could not resist in the slightest.
This demon commander, once powerful enough to drive Great Xia to despair, was cleaved apart along with its weapon