As Great Xia developed at breakneck speed, more than half a year passed before anyone knew it.
In those six months, the Demon Clan had not mounted a single substantial counterattack.
That should have been a good thing, yet as Han Niba watched the blue areas steadily expand on the map of the Kona Satellite front, his brow never once relaxed.
The Demon Clan was simply too quiet.
Ever since Great Xia established a foothold on Kona Satellite, the Demon Clan seemed to have suddenly lost all desire to attack and given up entirely.
Aside from routinely going through the motions-small-scale harassment and probes with cannon fodder-it had not organized another large-scale assault capable of threatening the Outpost Base.
When Great Xia's Unmanned Combat Vehicles advanced, they retreated.
When the robot legion pushed into the rifts, they retreated too.
Even when several underground nests originally identified as core defensive positions were cleared out layer by layer with heavy Earth-Penetrating Missiles and Thermobaric Bombs, the Demon Clan's high-ranking units did not defend them to the death.
They seemed to be conceding defeat.
But Han Niba did not believe it.
Inside Tianshu Command Center, an enormous holographic battlefield map hung in midair, dividing the surface of Kona Satellite into vast areas of different colors.
Blue marked the areas under Great Xia's actual control.
Yellow marked the unmanned reconnaissance zones.
Black and red marked the areas still occupied by the Demon Clan.
Compared with the Landing Zone six months ago, where they could only hold the Portal and remain ready to detonate an Antimatter Bomb at any moment, Great Xia's Outpost Base had now expanded nearly three hundred kilometers outward.
That was an enormous area more than six hundred kilometers in diameter.
Lin Mo stood before the battlefield map, watching the black-and-red areas