"My Yi tribe doesn't need commanders when we fight," Lady Lian replied calmly, but then turned to add, "Don't worry, the Zhanghuang tribe hasn't even made guns and cannons that can hurt me yet."
She spoke without stopping, and in the blink of an eye, she was under the fire of artillery.
Sure enough, amidst the gunfire, Wang Yao discovered that Lady Lian was surrounded by a red light shield. Not a single speck of shrapnel, gunpowder smoke, dust, or severed limbs could touch her. She thus slowly flew across the death zone constructed by the Zhang Huang tribe amidst the flying bullets.
Seeing that Hui Shuo was not in danger, Wang Yao felt relieved. He looked around the battlefield and found that the Zhang Huang tribe must have been prepared. Their artillery fire turned a large area of Xiao Que City, about four or five thousand meters wide and several hundred meters deep, into a sea of fire.
This area was the main target of the Sleeping Guardians. According to Wang Yao's estimation, the artillery fire was quite effective against the Sleeping Guardians. However, the number of the B race Sleeping Guardians was simply too great, and they continued to surge forward, filling the entire area under artillery fire.
However, the artillery fire had its lulls, allowing a large number of slumbering guards to break through the artillery barrage and continue their advance. Some of the B-race warriors flying in the air were also injured by the artillery fire, falling with broken wings and limbs.
However, most of them flew over safely one by one. Wang Yao guessed that those who were injured by the artillery fire were probably lower-level warriors. It seems that in the demon realm, firearms are not omnipotent.
Ahead, the flames from the guns once again merged into one.
But soon, the cannon fire became chaotic, and then the gunfire became irregular. Lady Lian's large, featureless head nodded slightly and slowly came to a stop in mid-air.
Countless slumbering guards braved a hail of bullets and charged into the trenches dug by the Zhanghuang tribe. The hand-to-hand combat finally began. Even in the darkness, Wang Yao could see a black line on the Zhanghuang tribe's position ahead, like a mountain range slowly rising on the horizon, growing higher and higher.
It was made up of the corpses of warriors from both races.
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