Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

The satellite transmitted the images back to the Tian Shu command center.

High-orbit reconnaissance satellites locked onto three nuclear explosion remnants, while drones with magical shields to isolate electromagnetic influences lowered their altitude and circled the epicenter to cover the nuke.

In the shot, the earth is burned into a glassy black shell, the heat waves distort the air, and even the edges of the frame are slightly shaky.

"Target one, no signs of life."

"Target two: No vital signs."

"Target three: No vital signs."

The seventh-tier powerhouse of Terra also confirmed this.

[After verification by satellite, drones, epicenter, and Terra experts: the three seventh-tier demon lords have been confirmed dead.]

In the command center, the heavy burden that had been weighing on everyone's chest for over ten hours finally lifted.

Someone forcefully ripped off their headphones, their palms sweaty.

Someone was staring at the screen, unable to stop the corners of their mouth from turning up.

Within a short period of time, the Great Xia Dynasty immediately dismissed the six seventh-tier demon lords.

Back then, a single Tier 6 Commander forced Great Xia to resort to nuclear weapons for self-defense.

A seventh-tier demon lord forced the Great Xia to use all its tricks and join forces with Terra. In the end, at the critical moment, the newly developed antimatter bomb delivered the final blow.

Han Niba slowly exhaled.

The death of the Demon Lord does not mean the end of the battle.

The wormhole still exists.

If that thing spins for just one more minute, it might spit out another unexpected enemy onto Earth.

There are already two controllable wormholes, so Great Xia doesn't need this one.

Han Niba raised his hand to suppress the static in the channel and said in a deep voice:

"The joint squad returns to the wormhole area to eliminate this last target."

"clear!"

The order was relayed to the front lines.

The ten Terra seventh-tier powerhouses changed direction and returned to the area where the spatial wormhole was located.

Ten sixth-tier earth-type spirits followed under the protection of the Pangu ship.

High-temperature blast waves were still churning at the edge of the nuclear blast zone, and the air smelled of scorched earth, metal, and ozone.

Near the entrance to the wormhole, the rock strata had collapsed into a huge crater due to the impact of the previous battle and explosion.

The newly emerged demons from the depths of the earth screamed in chaos, like a pot of boiling black porridge.

After losing the Demon Lord's leadership, the demon horde was leaderless.

Unable to withstand the intense underground heat, some of the demons emerged from the ground and fled.

Some of the stronger ones tore and trampled each other, disregarding the high temperatures after the nuclear explosion, desperately trying to squeeze back to the other end of the wormhole.

It's a pity that they can come and go as they please.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

The Pangu unfolded along both sides of the rift valley, its outer layer glowing with a magical shield that isolated it from the residual electromagnetic interference of the nuclear explosion.

The cannons in the palm of the hand lit up one by one, and white and blue energy was compressed inside the cannon barrel.

"Clear the area!"

The next second, a high-energy beam of light pierced into the ground.

The holy human mage raised his staff, and holy light poured down along the rift.

The elite demons at the forefront were engulfed in white light, black smoke billowing from their bodies, as they screamed and turned to ashes.

The powerful dwarf swung his warhammer, cursing as he guarded the left flank.

"Come on! Line up one by one, I'm checking you in!"

The orc warrior grinned, swung his giant axe, and cleaved the three heavily armored demon soldiers, armor and bones still attached, back into the deep pit.

The sixth-tier earth-type spirit begins casting a spell.

The collapsed rock layers separated again under the pull of the soil element, and the rubble rolled to both sides, the dust making people's throats itch.

A sloping rift valley gradually took shape, leading straight down to a depth of 800 meters underground.

The dark blue wormhole was finally exposed.

It was still slowly rotating, its edges emitting a cold light, like an eye that refused to close.

A seventh-tier holy human mage stepped to the front, his robes fluttering in the hot wind.

He glanced at the Pangu ship beside him, then looked at the powerful figures from various races.

"Gentlemen, hold them off for me!"

"Your Excellency, please cast your spell with confidence," the powerful elven said calmly.

The powerful dwarf spat on the ground. "Leave it to us!"

The holy mage closed his eyes, and a pure white light appeared at the tip of his staff as he began to analyze the structure of the wormhole.

Time passed by, second by second.

The Pangu bombardment roared continuously, its scorching cannon fire illuminating the underground cavern with flickering light.

Holy light, dragon breath, warhammers, and giant axes rained down in succession, forcibly pushing back any demons that tried to break out of the wormhole.

The wormhole trembled more and more violently.

The eerie blue light began to collapse towards the center, its edges appearing to be crumpled, torn, and folded by an invisible hand.

Countless demonic roars echoed from the other end of the wormhole.

But they no longer have a chance.

The holy mage suddenly opened his eyes, and a line of white-gold light shone in his pupils.

"closure!"

boom!

The dark blue spatial passage suddenly collapsed inward, and the rotating halo struggled for only two seconds before being completely annihilated in the underground cavern.

The eighth wormhole on Earth has been successfully closed.

The news reached back to the underground city of Tian Shu.

On the main screen, the last red dot went out.

All eight newly discovered wormholes on Earth have been eliminated.

The command center fell silent for a moment.

The next moment, cheers erupted like waves.

……

Kona Starfield.

On the gray wasteland of the third planet, eight dark blue wormholes stand silently.

The ground temperature here is scorching, and the air is thin and pungent.

The high gravity slowed down the low-level demons, causing them to sink into the dust with every step.

But the demons are incredibly adaptable, so this is nothing to them.

Large numbers of lesser demons, vicious hounds, corruptors, and throwing demons poured out of the wormhole, spreading out in a dark mass into the depths of the wasteland.

The winged demons and gargoyles rose into the air against the strong winds and scattered in all directions.

The Demon Eye Beast was carried to a high ground, its enormous eyeballs turned toward the starry sky, searching for orbital weapons, probes, and any other possible technological creations of advanced civilizations.

In mid-air, a hundred-meter-tall demon god floated silently.

It has dozens of arms hanging down, with dark purple patterns slowly moving under the cold, wet skin. Its mouthparts open and close, making a sticky, rubbing sound.

Its name is Aker.

One of the two "idiots" Kogas mentioned.

At this moment, Aker was unaware that the war between Earth and Terra had ended.

It was unaware that Brett had already been sent away by Great Xia, nor that Kogas had just returned to the transit nest from Terra and was now venting his anger over the failed plan on it and Brett.

It simply gazed at the distant starry sky.

Near the orbit of the second planet, a giant satellite is moving along its predetermined orbit.

That is the home planet of the Kona civilization.

The coordinates that Kogas gave it were those of the Kona moon, which lies outside its home planet.

Aker's mouthparts were slightly open, as if he were sneering.

It will not believe all the information about civilization that Kogas provides.

The prey that Cho'Gath is willing to trade must have hidden tough nuts that even Cho'Gath himself cannot crack.

If he were truly an easy target, that guy would have kept it all to himself long ago, instead of bringing it out for some kind of "resource exchange."

Therefore, Aker did not open the wormhole near the mother planet Kona, nor did he rush to attack the occupied satellite.

It chose the third planet.

This place is desolate, scorching, and has high gravity; there is almost no life here.

But it's far enough and safe enough.

For an unfamiliar star system, safety is more important than momentary pleasure.

The eight demon lords are scattered around the wormhole, directing the demon hordes to build nests, mine mineral veins, and explore whether the planet beneath their feet hides any remnants of the Kona civilization.

A demon lord respectfully asked:

"My lord, when shall we attack?"