Not far away, three Seventh-Order Holy Human Race Mages were still casting spells.
The Portal formation bases beneath their feet were a full size larger than the one on Kael's side.
Holy magic power surged like a tide, forcibly pushing the spatial passages wider.
By now, all three Portals were nearly eighty meters in diameter.
From a distance, they looked like three enormous moons standing upright on the gray wasteland.
Even standing beside them, one could feel the crushing pressure of space being torn open.
Lin Mo hurried over to the nearest elderly mage.
"Your esteemed Excellency Xiluns."
"We won."
"The Demon Clan is in full retreat!"
The elderly mage was still chanting and could not speak.
But his eyes visibly shifted, and he glanced toward the distant battlefield.
There, the black-and-purple demon tide was receding.
Artillery fire still thundered, but it had become far less intense.
A faint smile appeared on Xiluns's aged face.
Lin Mo continued:
"But just because the Demon Clan has retreated doesn't mean they won't return, so the Portals still need to be expanded."
"Preferably to a hundred meters, then reshaped into rectangular gates."
"That will make subsequent transport easier."
With that, he gave a solemn bow.
"I'm counting on you all."
Xiluns and the other two Seventh-Order mages nodded in turn to show they understood.
Eighty-five meters.
Ninety meters.
Ninety-five meters.
When all three Portals finally reached a hundred meters in diameter, the surrounding air seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, giving off muffled tremors.
The enormous hundred-meter rectangular gates were complete!
The three enormous gates stood side by side on the gray-white ground of the Kona Satellite.
As the convoys of steel drove out through the gates, they no longer had to contend with the limited usable space caused by