Terra Continent, the frontline battlefield.
Densely packed members of the Demon Clan surged to the surface through the tunnels they had dug.
Heavy Armor Demon Soldiers carried massive shields, Corroders dragged bodies dripping with pus, and Winged Demons spread their membranous wings in midair, scattering in every direction.
The underground had been sealed off for too long. Once the Demon Clan found an exit, they began expanding wildly.
They would turn the surface into a new battlefield.
New tunnels kept breaking through the ground, and the Demon Clan poured out in a frenzy, covering the land.
Two suns hung at the far end of the dark red wasteland, their dazzling light shining on the demons' carapaces and reflecting broad swaths of cold metallic luster.
Low-rank demon creatures roared incessantly, like a rapidly spreading black tide, occupying several kilometers in the blink of an eye.
"We're out!"
"Tear this civilization apart!"
"Let them know who the true masters of this land are!"
The Demon Clan's roars rose one after another without end.
Before long, ten towering Demon Venerables also appeared on the surface.
Rather than rushing to charge, they each spread their domains, their mental power sweeping across the surrounding wasteland like ten invisible nets.
Where their domains reached, they sensed everything from gravel and insects on the surface to the faint vibrations produced by distant machinery.
Soon, all ten Demon Venerables detected something unusual.
This seemingly empty wasteland was not undefended at all.
Ten kilometers away, large numbers of Unmanned Combat Vehicles, robots, and mobile gun emplacements had been deployed. Invisible reconnaissance aircraft hovered overhead, and there were even armies of intelligent lifeforms of all shapes and sizes!
These armies had not attacked immediately. Instead, like patient hunters, they quietly waited for their prey to enter the encirclement completely.
Sensing