Terra Continent, Great Xia's fief, Command Center.
The large screen displayed six feeds, each corresponding to a space wormhole.
On the underground survey map, black passages kept extending like blood vessels coiled beneath the earth.
Those were the tunnels dug by burrowing earth dragons, and the attack network the Demon Clan was spreading.
Long Zhan stared at one of the geological maps, his expression extremely grim, and turned his head to ask:
"How many Earth-Penetrating Bombs do we have left?"
The staff officer immediately answered:
"Reporting! Only the last batch remains."
"Our remaining supply of Earth-Penetrating Bombs is insufficient to sustain further high-intensity continuous bombardment. To ensure subsequent operations, I recommend keeping this last batch for emergencies."
"The six targets consume too much ammunition for limited effect. Using it all would seriously affect our needs on the battlefield later."
Lin Mo frowned deeply at that.
Every wormhole was more than five hundred meters underground, with the deepest nearly fifteen hundred meters down.
Repeated missile strikes could indeed cause cave-ins, shatter and breach rock strata, and prevent the space wormholes from continuing to deploy demons, but actually sealing the wormholes was difficult.
Striking too shallow had no effect, and neither did striking too deep. It was an awkward situation.
More than a dozen hours had already passed, and the Demon Clan's space wormholes had long since stabilized. Bombardment alone was no use at all.
He also reckoned that the Demon Clan must have used lich barriers to isolate some of the explosive energy, ensuring that the wormholes could open and expand.
Continuing the bombardment would only waste their stockpile.
That was not the only problem. The Demon Clan had gotten smarter.
They stayed holed up underground without showing themselves, relying solely on burrowing earth dragons to tunnel outward.
Even a fool