One by one, the celestial soldiers were desperately extracting spiritual power from within themselves, then infusing it into the celestial generals, who then guided the grand array to repair the cracks.
Unfortunately, to deal with these calamities of the old times, the Dragon Country had mobilized an unknown number of ammunition depots this time.
For a rabbit with a perpetual fear of insufficient firepower, now was not the time to save the stockpile.
Thus, four hundred thousand-strong legions were arranged in formation, firing all kinds of missiles and rockets to death, regardless of cost.
Wave after wave, continuous bombardment had turned the celestial soldiers' and generals' faces the color of pig liver.
A thousand years ago, they were the lofty celestial soldiers and generals, and the people of the mortal world were merely ants providing them with faith.
These ants, even when powerful, could only reach the third tier, which was already very impressive.
