The Demon Clan's Burrowing Earth Dragon produced continuous tremors as it moved.
Earlier, hundreds of drones had begun at the Space Wormhole's location, continuously dropping miniature seismic sensing nodes throughout the surrounding area.
They then followed the sources of the tremors, keeping a firm track of the Demon Clan's underground movements.
When Brett broke through the ground, the drones following high overhead immediately detected the anomaly, zooming in and reporting to the Command Center at once.
Target confirmed.
But Great Xia did not launch any missiles.
Conventional Missiles and Nuclear Bombs could not hurt a Demon God. They would only make Brett retreat underground again.
What they needed to do now was keep it on the surface.
They had to avoid alerting it and disrupting the plan.
Thirty minutes later, a Transport Plane appeared in the airspace above the mission target.
Its rear cargo door slowly opened, and fierce high-altitude winds poured into the cabin.
The Number Seven Pangu Mecha carrying Chen Yuan released its restraints, and its back thrusters slowly lit up with a deep blue glow.
At the same time, nine green dots on the tactical map formed a vast encirclement from different directions.
Those were nine unmanned Pangu units.
They were the mechas withdrawn after the previous round of Plan A had ended. Now, they had come here with Chen Yuan to continue the mission, forming an aerial hunting net spanning dozens of kilometers.
"Brother, safe travels!" came the voices of the pilot and the other three soldiers.
"Roger."
Chen Yuan lightly clenched his fists.
The next second, Number Seven Pangu leaped out of the Transport Plane.
The sensation of weightlessness lasted only an instant before its back thrusters roared to life.
The six-meter-tall steel mecha sliced through the clouds, diving toward the black harbinger of