The violent artillery fire bombarded the red curtain wall, causing ripples and slight trembling. Tanks moving steadily through the snow fired continuously during the assault, and amidst the incessant roar, the group of steel beasts finally charged to the Disaster Legion's formation.

Pei Yan, who once again flew into the sky, watched with interest the upcoming scene. The clash between modern technology and ancient era armies reminded him of the Polish cavalry against the German tanks during World War II, as seen in military programs. However, unlike the Polish army, which was ruthlessly crushed by German tanks, the Red Armored Warriors here possessed combat power far superior to ordinary humans, enough to level the gap brought by technological advancement.

At the moment the tank group collided with the enemy formation, these formidable extraterrestrial beings astonishingly used their flesh and blood to resist the seemingly unstoppable momentum of the tanks. The tanks' engines groaned under the overload, but the situation remained unchanged as the stopped tanks were immobile.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! The dull sound of metal collisions and the piercing grinding noises came from the distant battlefield. After initially halting the tanks' progress, warriors from the Red Armor Knight Corps continuously leaped onto the tanks, swinging their longswords forcefully on the tanks' bodies. Despite having witnessed the combat power of these Armored Warriors before, watching the bodies of tanks being crushed, deformed, and damaged still made Pei Yan's heart skip a beat.

Boom! An explosion rang out, and a flash of fire rose in front of the Red Armored Warriors' camp. Jiang Feiyang's soldiers finally engaged in battle, one of them, covered in grenades, jumped directly onto a tank, allowing the longsword of the Armored Warrior to pierce through his body. Just before his figure faded and was about to disappear, he pulled the grenade's pin, and after the deafening explosion, the Armored Warrior he held onto tightly grunted and was blasted into the sky, falling back onto the battlefield, life and death unknown.

After this soldier set the precedent, the remaining soldiers followed like dumplings being thrown into a pot, jumping one after another into the Red Armored Warriors' cauldron. Explosions rang out in succession within the enemy ranks, such close-range dense bombing caught the Red Armored Warriors off guard. Through the constantly magnified images, Pei Yan for the first time saw expressions of fear on these creatures, who seemed forever emotionless. They saw beings even more reckless and fearless of death than themselves. Regardless of how the Red Armored Warriors hacked and attacked, these iron men seemed indifferent; their sole purpose was to rush in and detonate themselves without any hesitation or delay.

As the explosions became more frequent, the number of attacking soldiers drastically decreased. Seeing the last wave of soldiers jumping into the Red Armored Warriors' formation, Pei Yan descended beside Samikina, nodding to indicate they could initiate the third wave of attack.

Samikina, who had long prepared for this moment, pulled on the reins in his hands and shouted, "Warlock Group! Praise of Demon God! Ready for a volley!"

Following his command, Pei Yan felt a terrifying force coming from the rear of the formation. Unlike the earlier minor skirmishes, after witnessing the excellent effects of Pei Yan's concentrated artillery attacks, Samikina also went all out, gathering this time twelve thousand demon race warlocks in a total of forty warlock groups for the attack!

As forty beams of Demon God's praises constructed by the power of death streaked across above Pei Yan, he instinctively lowered his posture, fearing being caught up in it. After traveling through the battlefield previously crushed by tanks, leaving corpses everywhere, the force of death swiftly withered and turned all bodies to ashes.

Faced with this attack, the Red Armored Warriors quickly reacted, ignoring fallen wounded soldiers, stepping over their comrades' bodies, reorganizing their formation, and gathering all their strength together. A red barrier appeared again in front of the formation.

In the blink of an eye, the black beam collided with the red curtain, silent without the previous grandeur. However, after the beam completely dissipated, it was apparent to everyone that the red curtain dimmed at a visibly fast rate.

"Attack! Attack!" At this moment, without waiting for orders, Bailang clamped the horse's belly with his reins and drew his longsword, sounding the attack horn.

Thousands of horses galloped, the earth trembled greatly. The elite cavalry of the Demon Race, unable to restrain their inner desire for battle, surged forth like a flood with unstoppable force. In a flash, the black iron flow swept across the battlefield like a sharp knife, directly piercing into the Red Armored Warriors' formation.

When this iron flow crashed against the dark red reef, the previously dominant Armored Warriors, known for their toughness and ferocity, showed signs of collapse. The massive formation was torn open by the Demon Race cavalry, in danger of being split and surrounded.

"Xiaoliang, is everything ready?" While observing the battlefield situation, Pei Yan asked through the earphone.

"All ready! You can deploy at any time!" Xiaoliang's response came through the earphone.

Pei Yan nodded with satisfaction, glanced at the sky, where the battle between Harpies and observers had been raging for a long time, both sides fiercely locked in a stalemate. Pei Yan couldn't afford to resolve their fight now. With a wave of his hand, small unmanned drones rose from the rear of the army, flying low over the formation towards the enemy camp.

Each pair of drones was equipped with a bulging small cloth bag underneath. Inside these bags were explosives transformed by Xiaoliang. To coordinate Xiaoliang's actions, Sifuer specifically assigned fifty maids, dedicating them solely to helping Xiaoliang load explosives into the bags and attaching them to the drones.

When these simple drones wobbled over the Red Armored Warriors' formation, the demon cavalry's assault had already been halted by the Armored Warriors' desperate and almost frenzied counterattack. Both sides were locked in a stalemate, with the sounds of battle cries echoing to the heavens.

At this critical moment, package after package of explosives was dropped from the air, scattering over the rear of the Red Armored Warriors' camp. Initially, the Red Armored Warriors remained cautious of these troublesome little things, occasionally launching one or two attacks from their formation to hit the drones. However, after a while, seeing that the drones and their scattered cloth bags did not cause any immediate reaction, they no longer paid them any mind, focusing fully on fighting the demon cavalry.

Seeing this, Pei Yan's face broke into a mischievous smile, like a diligent ant moving house as he controlled the drones, faithfully carrying out his transport task. Watching as more and more explosive packages were delivered into the enemy's formation, Pei Yan smelled the aroma of instant noodles wafting into his nose, turned, and kicked Jiang Feiyang beside him, who was gulping down noodles to regain strength, and said, "How's your recovery?"