Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

A night passed quietly.

During that time, a large number of drones took advantage of the darkness to attempt to locate the coordinates where the Formation Method was being set up. However, these drones had barely taken to the sky when they were annihilated by over ten artillery shells before they could spy on anything.

Taoist Soldiers could not stealth.

Li Tie might have been able to become invisible and evade Divine Sense with magic, but unfortunately, there was no sign of him, nor any artillery fire, which suggested that he indeed could not do it.

That makes sense, though. Even for someone with Dual Spiritual Roots, to cultivate Qi to Level 8 at the age of sixteen would surely require a tremendous amount of effort and resources, making it impossible to be distracted elsewhere.

At dawn, under the expectant gazes of everyone, Hua Bing placed his hand on the First-Order Electromagnetic Induction Array and slowly channeled his mana into it.

Hum!

The array vibrated slightly, flashing a hazy white light, as invisible waves spread in all directions, covering a radius of a kilometer.

Within this area, a mass of chaotic electromagnetic waves was swept away, leaving only the tank-mounted Infantry Spirit Radar combined with magic to produce radar waves, unimpeded by interference. Their range and precision greatly increased.

”Success!”

Everyone was overjoyed; they hurriedly embedded more than twenty low-grade Spirit Stones into the positions within the array and released Hua Bing, who had turned somewhat pale.

”Get in the tanks!”

Hua Bing was triumphant like a person obsessed with destruction, ”Let’s bombard together and blast the turtle shell of No.7 High School into smithereens!”

”Okay!”

More than forty Qi Practicing students climbed onto the tanks. The Spirit sonar was activated, and clearer radar waves were projected onto the No.7 High School’s fortress camp, with the reflected waves processed by magic to form simple topographical images in their eyes.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

More than forty tank muzzles released flames, firing shells that trailed white smoke towards the distance.

”Fellow students, drones may now take off toward the destination,”

Hua Bing said to the large group.

Jiang Ding moved a thought, controlling his assigned drone as it flew into the sky. Fifteen or sixteen minutes later, it arrived successfully at No.7 High School’s fortress camp without encountering any anti-aircraft fire.

The place had turned into a sea of fire!

Amidst non-stop explosions, soil and rocks were flung about, and countless fragments scattered, leaving deep craters in the fortress camp.

Even more terrifying was that the artillery shells, amplified by the First-Order Electromagnetic Induction Fluctuation Formation after Hua Bing’s intervention, could slightly adjust their trajectory mid-flight. They were precisely aimed and shot through the firing holes especially left by No.7 High School’s students, penetrating straight in.

Boom!

A thunderous blast resounded as the fortress camp was blown up from within, tank covers and many suspicious red and white substances were flung about, mixing together upon landing, indistinguishable from one another.

It wasn’t just Hua Bing; Class Two’s Ding Qi and Gongsun Ling also had such capabilities, continually bombarding No.7 High School’s camp with precision and turning it into ruins.

And when Wu Tianli and many others drove tanks and advanced over thirty kilometers, they could also interfere with the artillery shells from over ten kilometers away. Jiang Ding couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

Poor students of No.7 High School.

After a long time, even the sporadic artillery fire ceased. Everyone’s ammunition reserves had dwindled to one-tenth, the critical line.

Jiang Ding observed through a drone.

As the gun smoke cleared, the hundred-meter hill where No.7 High School’s camp once stood had been forcibly flattened by several meters, dotted with deep craters. No greenery could be seen on the mountain, now covered in loose soil.

”Attack!”

”Clear out the last of the enemies and end this exam.”

Hua Bing gave the order, maintaining the most basic level of caution and did not leave the tanks for hand-to-hand combat.

Jiang Ding arrived hours later.

The acrid smell of gunpowder filled my nostrils, the topsoil of the little mountain had been replaced layer upon layer, and there was hardly any living thing left. The only possible places were inside the mountain, in tunnels and the like.

Qian Tongyi and forty-three other Liyun Sect cultivators looked at the war-ravaged little mountain with awe before taking the lead to climb and search, while the heavy machine gunners from No.1 High School were ready to support with firepower from behind.

”Immortal envoy, we’ve found seven tunnel entrances!”

It wasn’t long before Qian Tongyi came back and reported, ”The entrances are deep. They likely started digging these tunnels as soon as they got here. There might be more survivors than we expected.”

Jiang Ding frowned.

Attacking such tunnels wasn’t easy, as a single narrow passage with a heavy machine gun set up could block more than ten cultivators in the later stages of Qi refining.

”In just over a day, I refuse to believe they could have turned this place into an underground labyrinth!”

”Not everyone knows the Earth Escape Technique,” someone replied.

Jiang Ding smiled and discussed briefly with Li Junhao and a few others behind him before deploying a drone to fly into one of the tunnels, the images appearing on everyone’s tactical helmets.

Bang!

A flash of fire, and the drone’s feed simply burst into flame and went completely dark.

Jiang Ding, undaunted, continued to send drones into other tunnel entrances, scrapping more than a dozen without hesitation.

”Quite the hiding spot.”

Jiang Ding raised his hand and split a big tree, using a piece of the wood as a drawing board, sketching lines with his Inner Energy.

Qian Tongyi glanced over with his Divine Sense and noticed many lines that did not connect to each other, among which one curved line bore a vague resemblance to one of the tunnels he had found.

”Senior Qian, could you dig a hole about fifteen meters deep here?”

He asked, pointing to a stone on the mountain.

”Yes, Immortal envoy,” Qian Tongyi replied respectfully. ”If both my team and Senior Brother Zhou’s team take action, we can break through in three breaths’ time, but it will expend about ten percent of our Mana.”

If too much Mana was expended, it would be dangerous to face the cultivators inside.

”Don’t worry, take turns. I won’t let your mana deplete too much,”

Jiang Ding assured.

”We will obey the Immortal envoy’s orders.”

Qian Tongyi bowed in thanks and, after a brief discussion with another team leader of Taoist Soldiers who were Qi cultivators in the late stage, both teams came to the designated rock, murmuring spells under their breath and executing complex Mana Techniques as spiritual light of earthy yellow rose up.

Li Junhao watched curiously as it was rare for Xianmen cultivators to cast spells together from such a close distance.

”Earth cracking technique!”

With a loud shout from Qian Tongyi, he pointed his Mana Technique towards the ground while his subordinates did the same, and a streak of yellow light swept downward, melting soil and rock like snow, pushing it aside until it stopped around ten meters down.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, he cleared the path, and instantly another team of Taoist Soldiers used a similar spell to push aside the final five meters of earth and stone.

Five No.7 High School fighters tense at the tunnel entrance were dumbfounded, disbelieving as the light hit their faces, and Li Junhao’s grinning visage.

Whoosh!

Instinctually, Qian Tongyi and his fellow Taoist Soldiers’ Flying Swords swiftly swept across, decapitating several men.

”Clear this area.”

Under Jiang Ding’s command, Qian Tongyi and four other team leaders of Taoist Soldiers from Liyun Sect, each using their Divine Sense to a range of eighty meters to control their Flying Swords, flew into the revealed tunnels. Soon, cries of anguish came from hiding No.7 High School students resisting nearby.

In short order, the vicinity was cleared, with a death toll of over a dozen.

”Next location.”