1011 The Arts of Infiltration

On May 10, at 4:33:51 a.m., there was still forty-two hours to go before the tidal force reached the strongest point.

In the thirty square kilometers around the Eye of Blood Demon, the main force of the coalition army stopped hiding themselves anymore. On the ground, which seemed to be empty, the gates covered in camouflage were opened one by one. Countless experts of the demon race flooded out, establishing temporary camps and arsenals, regrouping, and claiming their weapons.

The devilish warships that looked like the largest sharks in the deep sea popped up from the crevices in the ground and emitted sharp brilliance, too.