Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"How does the theory hold up?"

"In theory, it's possible, as long as you can instantly transmit the attack nodes and coordinates, the cruise missiles in the sky can respond in real time, but theory..."

"That will do."

"Remember, whoever dares use grenades, I will kill them myself."

Jiang Ding responded indifferently and deactivated his Scout Camouflage.

During battle, the concealment ability of Scout Camouflage would drastically diminish. It could deceive Qi Practitioners but was rendered meaningless under the Divine Sense of Foundation-building cultivators.

"What is this?"

The hawk-nosed Mid-term Foundation Building Cultivator, who was carefully infiltrating, shuddered suddenly, turned back abruptly, and looked at a youth in blue clothes who had appeared within the range of his Divine Sense.

"A cultivator from the Eastern Devil School... a mortal?!"

He even rubbed his eyes.

Reacting out of instinct, under the control of Divine Sense, the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi fluctuated, and an Earth spike coalesced and shot towards the head of the mortal.

Out of respect, the Earth spike carried the might of a Peak of Qi Practicing, with the rest of the body's Mana condensing, preparing for a possible sneak attack.

Swish!

A streak of Azure Sword-light emerged, silently severing the Earth spike and turning into a mournful Sword-light slashing toward the hawk-nosed Daoist, with an intent of destruction flickering in and out of visibility.

"Sword Intent!"

"Has the Taiyin Sword Sect colluded with the Eastern Devil School?!"

The hawk-nosed Daoist was utterly shocked.

Taiyin Sword Sect, the Jiandao School that rose after the demise of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, was known to have varying degrees of friendship with the Eight Immortal Sects.

As he spoke, the Sword had already fallen. A yellowish-brown jade bead intercepted the path of the Flying Sword, its protective barrier flickering shakily, its Divine Sense Brand refined deep within the jade bead feeling a sting.

But it had managed to block the attack.

The suppression of ranks by Mid-stage Foundation Building Cultivators was too great.

"Whatever tricks you have, you are still just..."

The hawk-nosed Daoist spoke with a chilling tone, throwing out a yellow-clay seal that grew to seventeen or eighteen meters high against the wind and plunged towards the distant mortal.

Swish, swish, swish!

In the sky, streaks of white trails timely emerged, their precision unbelievable. More than twenty Armor Piercing Bullets hit the yellow-clay seal at once, instantly breaking its thick mountainous structure. The Spiritual Light collapsed, and a dimmed little seal fell to the ground.

"Not good!"

With his Magic Tool broken, the hawk-nosed Daoist's complexion changed dramatically, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.

In confrontation with such a Sword Cultivator, he had almost forgotten that he was in the midst of a battlefield of the Eastern Devil School!

Without any hesitation, and without even a glance at his Supreme Magic Tool that he had refined with countless years and effort, the hawk-nosed Daoist's yellow Escape Light rolled him into the ground, fleeing towards the distance.

Swish!

The Azure Flying Sword accurately followed, piercing the soil layer, breaking through the cultivator's outer shield, and was blocked by an inner Supreme Magic Tool shield.

Swish, swish, swish!

At the same time, dozens of agile Armor Piercing Bullets embedded with an Earth cracking technique, killed their way into the soil layer.

Boom!

The bullets broke through the shield, blasted the Supreme Magic tool away, and together with the Flying Sword, shot into his body. A cloud of blood and fragments splashed out, and a large lump rose from the ground.

"This is too easy!"

Zhou Lingling, An Siyan, and the officers of the 11th and 12th Divisions were all visibly shaken.

Having a Dari Swordsman to lock onto the enemy's direction for them was like shooting fixed targets; there was no need for any guessing or prediction, it was a hundred percent hit rate, with no fear of losing the enemy's position.

Swish!

The Azure Flying Sword broke through the soil layer, soaring above the youth in blue clothes.

Jiang Ding calmly looked around.

In that instant, he sensed a dense killing intent all around, all belonging to nearby Foundation-building cultivators, and there were certainly more than just a few or a dozen people.

...

"Seems like a perfect match?"

Immortal Huangmao couldn't help but say, "Back in the day, if we had a Nascent Soul level Dari Swordsman standing in front of us, pointing out the enemy and destroying high-stealth, high-advance cultivators, I wouldn't have even dreamed of something so good."

"This is a Dari Swordsman, after all!"

"Back then, that one Nascent Soul level was invincible on the battlefield by himself, killing countless Nascent Soul Monks of ours, with legions perishing under his Sword Realm, unstoppable."

"After decades of war, there were even signs that he might be Promoted to Divine. "

"If the Central Array Spirit Computer hadn't successfully locked onto his Divine Soul, and if dozens of eighth-generation taboo nuclear weapons hadn't been continuously bombarding that space for a long time, creating a Space Chaos Black Hole that didn't heal for thousands of years, that Dari Swordsman from back then might not have died."

"Once he was Promoted to Divine, the battle situation could have shifted..."

...

The killing intent vanished.

Just for a moment, these Foundation-building cultivators concealed the slight aura they had accidentally revealed.

Even for a mortal issuing a challenge, they didn't strike again.

"Good!"

"It seems the esteemed seniors truly are experienced and prudent."

Jiang Ding praised, no longer waiting in place. His True Qi burst forth, sweeping across the ground, and with the Sword Intent, he continuously sensed and searched for all living beings with souls around him.

The speed of Foundation-building cultivators far exceeded that of mortals, but after maintaining the highest level of concealment, they could only go so far.

In the sky, Armor Piercing Bullets soared, an occasional bullet hitting the ground while a new batch promptly appeared. Streaks of white crossed in the sky, densely packed, the shrieking noise endless, and the air filled with the threat of death.

This was precisely why these Foundation-building cultivators were crawling and hiding.