Zhou Leng quietly watched with his team.
In front of them, every person, every Demon, seemed so insignificant.
Not to mention those in the Qi Blood Realm, even the Innate ones were merely black dots on the battlefield.
The roaring of demonized war machinery gradually decreased.
This is no longer the era where industrial output could dominate the world; the costs of demonized war machinery and magic energy bombs are unimaginably high.
Zhi Liao sighed, "I've seen many old-era videos before; I envy that era a bit. In times like these, the fortresses back then didn't require such battles. They just needed to bombard repeatedly with cannons and rockets, solve key targets with missiles, and then send in people, which was highly efficient."
The Madman said, "However, the battles in that era could easily be polarized. We were invincible in sieges and defensive battles, but once the line was breached and the Demons got close, it became a one-sided slaughter."
