Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Tens of thousands of heavy artillery roared,

and after three volleys of fire, the Third-order Ghost Array was blasted open, followed by a surge of grenades that bombarded round after round, turning the countless evil spirit zombies that served as the foundation of the array into pieces.

The big array collapsed with a crash, leaving only a few harmless zombies wandering through the desert.

"Without the foundation-building troops, the Xuanwu Substitute Daoist is nothing special."

Jin Lingfeng sneered coldly.

The Iron Tide army pushed forward relentlessly, brushing aside foundation-building monsters and concealed assassins trying in vain to stop them with ease.

At most, causing a few hundred casualties before being quickly annihilated by concentrated fire.

Such losses, for an army of over 400,000, are like a drop in the ocean, utterly insignificant.

"What is this...?"

Jiang Ding was always sensing his surroundings with Sword Intent and observing the battlefield through drones, which had greatly increased in safety, showing a hint of confusion.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Streaks of white traces appeared on the horizon, dense columns of artillery shells flying towards them, screeching with the sound of death.

"Artillery shells?"

"Which direction is it coming from our allies?"

Earlier than him, many Qi Practitioner classmates had detected the incoming shells in the sky through infantry radars and were equally puzzled.

"Shut up! Don't embarrass us!"

Ou Daocheng cursed angrily, somewhat exasperated.

"Those are World War II artillery created by the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace. How did you learn in your practical combat classes? Weren't these discussed during lessons?"

Compared to Xianmen artillery, World War II artillery is not difficult to manufacture. With Qi Practitioners willing to expend a great deal of Mana, it is possible to refine them gradually even without industrial foundations, using Artifact Refining Furnaces.

"So that's what it is!"

Many Qi Practitioner classmates had a moment of realization, not appearing unfamiliar with it.

"Fire fragmentation grenades for interception!"

Jin Lingfeng ordered.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Thousands of shells ascended, exploding at the predetermined location into fragments of Magic Arts-Breaking Steel with immense force, deflecting and scattering the trajectory of the World War II columnar artillery shells, rendering them no longer a threat.

The occasional ones that slipped through, dozens of armor-piercing cruise shells followed through, accurately shattering each one.

Xianmen artillery shells possess properties like Breaking Law and carrying spells, with higher speeds and controllability. Although both are called shells, they are fundamentally different, making interception too easy.

After getting proficient a few times, a few hundred shells could suppress tens of thousands of World War II artillery shells.

"Enemy artillery position spotted!"

Almost simultaneously with the interception, a large number of first and second-order Formation Masters pinpointed all the enemy artillery positions through trajectory calculations, as simple as solving one plus one.

Jiang Ding did some quick calculations and also pinpointed the coordinates of these artillery pieces.

"Fire!"

Thousands more fragmentation grenades took to the sky, heading for the horizon fifty to sixty kilometers away.

The distance was too far to ascertain the damage immediately.

But no more enemy artillery fire was seen again; tens of thousands of WWII artillery pieces painstakingly crafted by countless Qi Practitioners lasted less than three seconds on the battlefield.

After some time, Jiang Ding, rapidly marching, saw the results of their attack through drones.

In a valley concealed by the yellowish-brown fabric, the bodies of hundreds, if not thousands, of Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists lay scattered and mutilated among which were also many auras of Xiantian Martial Artists.

Not a single survivor.

Next to their bodies lay many two-wheeled artillery pieces, some collapsed, some broken.

"Continue advancing!"

"Stay alert; the Xuanwu Substitute Daoist might have run out of tricks and could resort to desperate measures."

Jin Lingfeng said calmly.

From start to finish, their marching speed never slowed.

With no foundation-building troops attacking, such minor tricks did not warrant much attention.

Five hundred kilometers, three hundred kilometers, two hundred kilometers...

They were getting closer and closer to the core of the West Desert, and one could even see some shadows of the thirty-six sky-piercing columns, the very core of the Xuanwu Four-polar Boundary Array's West Desert formation.

At the edge of the land,

a strand of golden light emerged.

Everyone looked up.

They saw a mountain of gold light tens of meters high flying from the distance, massive and as if it had been forcibly severed from a mountain peak, then levitated with a spell and hurled in their direction.

"Open fire!"

Jin Lingfeng yelled.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Tens of thousands of armor-piercing rounds were fired simultaneously, shredding the Vajra Mountain into pieces, with countless stones spraying in the sky, disintegrating, followed by another mountain and yet another.

Someone fifty kilometers away was using a Third-order Formation to apply levitation spells, hurling mountains at them with great force!

"Utterly useless!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

One after another armor-piercing shell streaked across the sky, one after another the golden mountains were annihilated, leaving the sky clear, and then the Third-order Formation was quickly located, with tens of thousands of armor-piercing rounds flying in volleys, grinding it to dust.

"Continue the attack!"

"All units, be aware that the likelihood of the enemy finally appearing is increasing!"

The iron tide crushed everything in its path, unstoppable until it had destroyed all the enemies in front of it.

Until it was a hundred kilometers away from the heart of the West Desert.

In the distance, when the thirty-six towering pillars came into sight.

"Sigh!"

A sigh.

Vajra, the undying golden light spread out.

A golden palm imprint descended, initially only the size of a fist, but it quickly expanded to cover hundreds of meters in diameter, smashing into the tank armors below, turning thousands of students into flesh and mud.

"Xuanwu Substitute Daoist!"

All Xianmen cultivators were terrified.

Every spirit sonar scanned frantically, but found nothing; despite the vast display of spiritual power fluctuations from the enemy, they still could not locate their position.

"Fire!"

Jin Lingfeng and Ou Daocheng roared simultaneously, and tens of thousands of shells crazily fired at the golden palm imprint in the sky, making it tremble with gold light, but they still couldn't prevent the death of Xianmen students underneath.

In a brief period, casualties had reached over a hundred thousand, with piles of tanks and drivers flattened.

The killing power of a Golden Core was so terrifying that there was simply no stopping it; the gap was too large, leading to despair!

"Xianmen enslaved us, plundered our world, why should we die for them!"

"Run! This isn't our sect or world!"

"Elders, the Demon School is ruthless, we are willing to turn to the light!"

In such a desperate atmosphere, the Taoist Soldier Troop immediately began to waver, and many quickly backstabbed, slaughtering their Xianmen colleagues and kneeling to surrender.

Indeed, the golden palm that passed through from above was like a phantom, only killing the surrounding Xianmen cultivators and martial artists without any damage.

"Thank you for your mercy, Elder!"

Many Taoist Soldiers wept with joy, kneeling and crying bitterly.

Bang bang!

All Taoist Soldiers, regardless of whether they had rebelled or not, were detonated internally on the pretext of potential rebellion, turning into clumps of flesh and blood.

"Great Sun Swordsman!"

Not a single Xianmen cultivator spared them another glance, and they began shouting.

"Help!"

In the moment of life and death,

Jiang Ding's divine soul was unbelievably sensitive at this time; sword intent rang out in the sea of consciousness. He quickly discovered a dark spirit energy vortex a few kilometers away, where endless spirit energy surged inside, spreading out covertly and mysteriously in all directions.

Beyond the reach of Sword Control,

it was impossible to obtain precise coordinates.

"Xuanwu's Substitute Daoist, take my sword."

He whispered.

Weng!

In an instant, his blood surged violently as the "Shadow Puppet Body Transforming Method" operated at dozens of times its terrifying efficiency, frantically devouring everything that could be consumed, such as the Elixir Field, meridians, flesh, and organs.

All Xiantian True Qi burned, all Divine Souls ascended.

All of everything was given up, and then, following some instinct, it all poured into the Taiqing Flying Sword, making it shine with a light that could not be ignored even amidst the battlefield.

"Slash!"

Jiang Ding's body slumped down, turning into a puppet of skin-covered bones.

Clang!

A sound of sword cry, and an azure ancient tree shot up into the sky, branches of metal rustling as it cut black chaotic rifts in the void, clearly visible for hundreds of kilometers around.

An Azure Flying Sword carrying a terrible sword intent shot out, slashing straight into the distance.

"Follow it!"

Jin Lingfeng screamed hoarsely.

Shoo shoo shoo!

Nearly a hundred thousand Armor-Piercing Shells soared into the air, recklessly following him, guarding by his side, blasting away all obstacles in front of him.

Boom boom boom!

Layers of gold light emerged, various earth-related magic like stone walls, meteorites, and stone pillars blocked the way, but while moving at high speed, they were destroyed by the guided direction of the hundred thousand Armor-Piercing Shells—round after round, white streaks cutting through the sky with sharp deathly screams unceasing.

The earth-related magic and the sturdy, undying golden light were shattered one after another, even Golden Dings as large as mountains were blown open by the unending barrage of shells.

The hundred thousand Armor-Piercing Shell Group cleared all obstacles,

And the Azure Flying Sword was unstoppable!

It slashed at an empty space!

Ding!

In the empty void where there seemed to be nothing, an ancient bronze-colored finger unfolded, deflecting the Azure Flying Sword, and a pair of bronze eyes stared at a fine scratch on the finger.

Xia Houding was silent for a long time.

"Great Sun Sword Pavilion, top-tier Sword Intent, why were you born within the Eastern Devil School…"

In the sky,

a tiny black dot appeared, the prohibition-breaking halo unfolded, covering dozens of kilometers. It effortlessly locked onto the tall bronze figure, unshakable, and turned into a pitch-black light that descended instantly.

Boom!

Endless light, endless heat!

The ultimate temperature and destruction enveloped the area. Within a thirty-kilometer radius, tanks melted, artifacts turned to ashes, and all people and things became a cloud of dust—without exception.