Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The tank troop clusters advanced toward their target.

Dust filled the air, and the roar of the engines echoed for miles, an awesome display of power that flattened all demon beasts and obstacles as it went.

In a world without the strength of Golden Pill monks, this force would have been enough to sweep across the entire world.

Ahead of the army, more than two thousand Foundation-building cultivators concealed their traces, dispersed in extremely spread-out formations across hundreds of kilometers. Sometimes they suddenly converged, shifting formations rapidly and precisely, well-trained and battle-hardened.

In one corner of the battlefield, eighteen Peak of Foundation Building cultivators, whose auras were much stronger than those of ordinary cultivators at the same stage, were Xuanwu tiangong true disciples gathered together.

”The Eastern Devil School has run out of tricks.”

A burly man, holding a pitch-black great axe and clad in a suit of armor enveloped by a swirling black demonic aura—clearly a person whose body refinement had reached profound depths—sneered with a cold laughter.

”Year after year, they send these armies of ants. What’s the use? They’re just squandering heaps of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, merely delaying the inevitable.”

”Bull-Horned Demon, you’re boasting again.”

A voluptuous woman dressed in revealing clothes with many silver hoops smiled coquettishly, ”If it weren’t for Daoist Li Han’s presence, this battle might have had some uncertainties.”

”Fairy Li Bing speaks the truth.”

The Bull-Horned Demon gently stroked the edge of his axe, not daring to retort.

This person was a candidate for Daoist discipleship, someone one should not offend on such a perilous Domain Battlefield.

The others around showed expressions of mild disdain.

An army of mere Qi Practitioners was indeed a significant threat to Foundation-building cultivators, but as long as one’s Concealment Kung Fu was perfect and centered around one particularly skilled True Disciple, hundreds of Foundation-building cultivators could break through in a few kilometers’ radius with minimal casualties, reaping their harvest.

”Now, go forth and kill.”

A cool voice sounded in everyone’s ears.

”Yes, Daoist!”

The Bull-Horned Demon, Fairy Li Bing, and other Xuanwu tiangong true disciples immediately concealed their smiles and responded respectfully.

They dispersed around the battlefield, each commanding over a hundred Foundation-building cultivators to hide their aura and slowly move closer to The Rumbling Iron and Steel Army.

Based on past experiences, except for the occasional outlier year, they managed to infiltrate about five kilometers. Then, with a burst of speed, they could instantly kill hundreds of Eastern Devil School Qi Practitioners and mortals.

With over a hundred to more than two thousand Foundation-builders acting simultaneously,

that would result in tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of casualties!

Despite the occasional unexpected incidents, the majority of Heavenly Palace Foundation-builders would achieve their intended battle results.

What could a mere million-strong army do?

In at most half an hour, they would vanish into smoke and ash.

This kind of scene had occurred countless times over the years, and the many Xuanwu tiangong Foundation-building cultivators were extremely skilled, utterly unperturbed at heart.

The only concern was the indiscriminate deployment of tactical nuclear weapons, but times had changed, and the Heavenly Palace had acquired the Spirit Fusion Forbidden Treasure, capable of neutralizing them.

In another corner of the battlefield.

A woman dressed in a blue and white fairy gown concealed her figure, watching the battlefield with a detached gaze.

Within a few meters around her, an icy fog lingered, hinting at the terrifying power to freeze the Divine Soul at a touch. Even Golden Dragon monks would be startled and would not dare to take her lightly, treating her with the utmost respect.

The backup Daoist disciple of the Ice Palace among the seventy-two palaces of Xuanwu tiangong!

”This domain should belong to the Heavenly Palace now.”

”The Eastern Devil School couldn’t possibly stand a chance.”

Li Han’s eyes flashed with a cold murderous intent, ”Master, one day, I will invade the Eastern Devil School’s home planet and sacrifice a hundred frozen Nascent Soul monks to your spirit in heaven.”

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”The Spirit Fusion Forbidden Treasure, a thing able to neutralize nuclear fission, has shown the ability to counter third-order tactical nuclear weapons.”

”The Immortal Path research capacity of Xuanwu tiangong should not be underestimated; it would be best to capture a couple of samples.”

Jiang Ding watched quietly as Xuanwu tiangong Foundation-building cultivators approached, their so-called Concealment clear as day under the sweep of his Sword Intent.

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They crawled, burrowed, or flew at low altitudes while invisible, employing a variety of methods. Their concealment abilities, honed through years of life-and-death warfare, had ascended to a new level compared to more than forty years ago.

No wonder many Foundation-building cultivators, even as they entered within thirty kilometers, still remained undetected by the numerous Second-order War Commanders.

After all, over forty years of trials, any Foundation-building cultivators with weak concealment abilities had already perished.

Twenty-five kilometers.

”Prepare to fire.”

Jiang Ding’s voice reached the ears of division-level commanders across the battlefield.

He himself flew to the center of the battlefield, unfurled his Divine Sense, and every Foundation-building cultivator of Xuanwu tiangong within a ten-kilometer radius appeared distinctly in his Sea of Consciousness.

Unfortunately, there were not many, just six of them, spread out in an extremely dispersed formation.

Kang!

The sound of a sword cry resonated between heaven and earth.

The six Xuanwu tiangong cultivators instinctively looked up. In the sky, a young man in green walked silently towards them, his cultivation base was merely at the latter stage of Foundation Building and nothing extraordinary, as he flicked his fingers and shot out six pale blue Sword Qi.

”Eastern Devil School Foundation-building cultivators?”

The six from Xuanwu tiangong stiffened for a moment, then disdain arose in their hearts.

”A single Eastern Devil School Foundation-builder, not even in a group of thirty-six, he’s seeking death. The Eastern Devil School really has run out of tricks...”

These were their last thoughts in this world.

Swish swish!

Six Sword Qi flew at them, their speed so extreme that they pierced through their instinctively raised shield magic tools, then their protective barriers, leaving a clear hole in their heads as the Sword Intent of Destruction surged in, destroying all signs of life.

”Eastern Devil School’s elite Foundation-building cultivators, maybe they have the strength of true disciples.”

Bull-Horned Demon and the other true disciples of Xuanwu tiangong also witnessed this scene, slightly surprised.

Not very unexpected, though.

For such a large power to have an individual who could be compared with them was not surprising. Bull-Horned Demon said indifferently, ”No need to bother, just crush their army and then take him down.”

In their words, pride soared, not really paying much heed.

This was the confidence of Heavenly Palace true disciples in their own combat ability.

”Yes!”

The other Xuanwu tiangong cultivators also appeared full of confidence, not considering the individual a threat.

A grand gray-blue Escape Light flew across the sky, terrifyingly fast, covering tens of kilometers along the edge of the Rumbling Iron and Steel Army in a blink.

Pale blue Sword Qi fell.

”Not right!”

”This isn’t the strength of a true disciple!”

A yellow-robed late Foundation Establishment cultivator was shocked underneath the Sword Qi, bellowing as he pushed a supreme magic tool, the dragon-headed Big Halberd, to its limits. It turned into a vividly lifelike Golden Dragon and struck forth.

Its sharp maw opened wide to meet a pale blue Sword Qi, containing the Sword Intent of Destruction.

Swish!

A Sword Qi streaked by, piercing through the Golden Dragon’s gaping mouth, extinguishing its Spiritual Light, and it fell with a mournful cry, without the slightest pause.

”Golden Pill!”

”It’s Golden Pill level combat strength!”

The yellow-robed late Foundation Establishment cultivator screamed in terror, no longer harboring any doubts as he burned his Essence Blood, frantically trying to escape from the battlefield.

But just as he took a step,

his shield shattered, and a hole appeared on his forehead, his body limply fell to the ground.

In his dying peripheral vision, pale blue Sword Qi continued to fall, and one by one, Foundation-building cultivators hit the ground lifeless, helpless as mere mortals, without any power to resist.