"Concentrate the attack!"
"Boom—"
The cannon barrels beneath dozens of airships simultaneously lifted, emitting a thick beam of light, converging on a single point, aiming at the towering barrier.
Immediately, thousands of cannons within the Empire's positions opened fire again, densely filling the sky with shells, the dazzling flames making it impossible to keep one's eyes open, and the pungent smoke enveloping the wasteland.
From afar, steam tanks also initiated a volley but dared not charge recklessly, as numerous charred wrecks lay nearby.
Under such an offensive, amidst repeated intense explosions, the ripples on the light membrane grew increasingly violent, yet no cracks appeared, remaining extraordinarily strong.
However, at this moment, space was torn by fiery tongues, accompanied by a "sizzle" sound, enormous cracks appeared within the Empire's position.
Out of these, flew twelve Magicians in robes, led by a young woman.
