The Chinese nation deployed all its military satellites. Yet the demonic forces remained cold-blooded—completely undetectable to the satellites. It was only through China's largest radio telescope that the enemy masses were observed advancing in dense formations, fiercely charging toward Earth. As for their objective, even one could deduce it simply by thinking with one's buttocks: it had to be China. After all, aside from China and the United States, all other nations have already surrendered. While the Americans continue to resist fiercely, it is not due to their exceptional combat prowess, but because their adversaries are not the demonic forces, but rather a coalition of multiple nations. Facing human opponents, the Americans naturally wished to uphold their dignity—surrendering to the demons, not to the coalition. To surrender to the allied forces would be a significant loss of face and offer no tangible advantage. With China as the sole remaining adversary, how could the demonic forces possibly choose any other location for their conquest? All of Hua Xia's advanced and cutting-edge weapons are now aimed skyward, and as soon as they reach effective launch range, they will be launched without hesitation. However, most of these weapons were originally developed to counter threats from other nations. Although now being deployed against the magical race, it remains uncertain whether they will prove effective. Take the intercontinental ballistic missiles, for instance—designed with a range of over 12,000 kilometers targeting ground-based objectives on Earth. Even when considering vertical launch height, their reach is only about several thousand kilometers. Among all the weapons, the launch rockets are the most capable. Fortunately, the magical race has granted Hua Xia sufficient time. Military engineers have worked tirelessly, adapting several rockets originally designed for satellite launches into nuclear missile systems. Even these upgraded rockets, however, can only reach altitudes of several hundred kilometers. Sputter, sputter—missiles ignite, trailing long flames as they ascend into the sky. Everyone's hopes are now firmly placed on them, believing they will utterly devastate the magical forces. Under close monitoring by the radio telescope, six nuclear warheads rapidly broke through the atmosphere and entered outer space. As time passed, the warheads gradually approached the magical race. When the six warheads, each with a yield of five million tons of TNT, exploded simultaneously, the scene would undoubtedly be spectacular. It is well known that there is no air in space, so no mushroom cloud would form during the explosion—rather, the nuclear radiation would travel faster and the destructive power would be even more intense. Just as the warheads were about to reach the enemy lines, several dragon sharks suddenly emerged from within, using their massive tails either to collide directly with the warheads or to powerfully strike them, causing the warheads to lose their trajectory and plunge downward. At the ground command center, the overall commander picked up the microphone on the desk and shouted, "Initiate explosion—manually, immediately." The original plan was for an automatic detonation sequence—once the six missiles reached their designated positions, they would explode simultaneously to maximize destruction. Clearly, the magical beings won't be waiting to be attacked; they've already responded. The nuclear explosions have occurred, though their power has been significantly diminished. The shockwaves struck the magical forces, causing the larger creatures—crabs and dragon sharks—at the outer edges of the formation to tremble and collapse like dry leaves, swaying violently. However, those positioned in the interior and at the center remained unaffected. The outer magical units managed to absorb and block the full force of the shockwaves and radiation. "Ha ha! That's precisely human strategy!" laughed Locket. "Miri, you're being far too cautious. Can such an explosion possibly affect us?" Mili, standing by, looked pale, thinking to herself: "If it weren't for my team going in ahead and causing disruptions, at least a third of our troops would have been seriously injured by the six nuclear bombs. Instead of showing appreciation, you not only remain ungrateful but also deliver such cold, sarcastic remarks—what a relief it is to finally see me lose my temper. As the magical beings approached the atmosphere, new and conventional weapons fired in succession. While the large lasers could penetrate their bodies, most other weapons proved ineffective. The laser beams surged continuously, yet against the vast number of magical beings, the assault remained insignificant. The Star Shuttle ascended into the sky, and Chen Jie launched out from the side, hurling a golden rice bowl. Before the magical beings could react, the large bowl tightly secured hundreds of them, then rapidly contracted. Next came the Purple-Gold Bell, which emitted a deafening sound and unleashed the Three True Flares, incinerating over two hundred magical beings. A gap immediately appeared in the attacking formation. Lockert furrowed his brow, "These are indeed the talents of the Chinese cultivators—remarkable. In mere moments, they've eliminated hundreds of my troops." Mirei remarked, "If you would adopt my recommendation—to advance in dispersed units, by squads and battalions—you would avoid such outcomes entirely." "Ha ha ha, losing only a few hundred people—can I really expect that to weigh on my mind?" Locke laughed heartily. "Miyli, how dare you give me orders on my command? Are you truly heartbroken by the losses we've just sustained?" Miyli blinked, eyes wide. "Of course." Locke immediately countered, "Then how do you explain your troops suffering over seven thousand casualties?" "Hmm." The female warrior fell silent, her face flushed with frustration. She had just turned her head away, her gaze fixed on the ground—those very hundreds of soldiers she had personally led were now reduced from two thousand to barely one thousand five. As she looked around at the other generals, each of them held forces of five or six thousand. Locke wasn't a fool—he wouldn't simply mock Miyli at the expense of his own troops. With a wave of his flag, he commanded, "All units, take orders. Operate in squad formations, spread out. Don't be overly concerned with the cultivators. Your primary objective is the Chinese nation." Qin Feng emerged from the Stellar Loom. Hao Tian Chu struck a blow of "Breaking the Sky," felling dozens of Magian creatures who had failed to evade. Chen Jie was delighted, his golden bowl repeatedly descending, and the Purple Golden Bell continuously spewing flames. Yet the enemy forces were simply too numerous—several squads had neared the ground, launching energy spheres that turned urban structures into rubble. "Man! Why hasn't Uncle brought the reinforcements yet? Damn the Celestial Realm—do they really intend to watch the Chinese people perish without a single move?" he exclaimed.