Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Boom!

Rumble!

In the starry sky, warships roared, mothership clusters executed bombardments, and structures like Immortal Sect’s pavilions, immortal mountains, and Big Trees fired broad-ranging magic that inundated the military formations of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

It was a slaughter!

The army formations that the Horned Demon Imperial Clan took pride in were reaped like straw by the Daoist Soldier Troop of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, well outside the reach of their attacks, dying en masse.

Subsequently, the Nine Great Immortal Sects penetrated the Magic Vine Minor Realm, eradicating every enclave of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s formations, leaving no stone unturned.

The cultivators of all races within the Minor Thousand World once again abandoned their former masters, respectfully bowing and paying homage to the new victors.

Not a single Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivator could escape.

Not a single one.

Whether hiding deep underground, in the dead silent starry sky, or disguised as beings of the Slave Clans like the Fox Tribe or Wood Demon Clan, it was all in vain; blood-stained battlefields crave blood, leading to the enemies.

The battlefield, set up by the Horned Demon Imperial Clan themselves, intending to once again slaughter the alien Human Race like the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan, became the very burial ground of their own race.

The countless elites within the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, those expected to become Great Emperors or ancient Princes and Emperors, all perished here.

Who knows how long passed.

Boom!

With a coordinated fleet-level volley led by an Air-Space Mothership from the Immortal Sect, the last surviving indestructible body of a Horned Demon Imperial Clan ruler burst into a cloud of ash, with not even the Divine Soul able to escape a shred.

This was the last surviving Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivator on the bloodstained battlefield.

His death symbolized the total annihilation of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

”Equality...”

In the void, such a vague and distant voice could be heard.

Then, in a corner of the blood-drenched battlefield, amidst the silent and pitch-black starry sky, a dazzling array of Spatial Runes bloomed, and over tens of thousands of miles, a vast expanse of Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators appeared again.

Some stood upright with complete armor and exquisite weapons, with chilling Military Formation Runes—it was clear they were a disciplined army;

Others appeared bewildered, pale-faced, seemingly having participated in the Harmonization Formation of the Ancestor Realm and the Horned Devil Realm, having poured too much mana and vigor into it, unknowingly transported here;

Some were evidently women and children, with female cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan even in the midst of nursing…

The number of these Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators was nine million!

For a race with a total population barely numbering in the hundreds of millions, where everyone was a soldier and at least at the Qi Practitioner level, they seemed numerous, but in the racial war, these numbers were no longer sufficient; a single total defeat had already started the draft of the old, the weak, women, and children.

These newly emerged Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators looked around at the emptiness of space, their faces instantly ashen.

”Emperor’s Son!”

”Ancient Emperor’s Son, Ancient Ruler...”

Holding a glimmer of hope, the newly arrived powerhouses of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan sent transmissions time and again into the void, hoping for even the slightest response, unwilling to believe the outcome that emerged in their hearts.

However, there was no response.

A heavy sinking feeling settled in the hearts of many Horned Demon Imperial Clan powerhouses, their bodies turning ice-cold, involuntarily shaking.

...

The ten Heavenly Calculator Daoist disciples all looked towards Jiang Ding simultaneously.

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan was a warrior race.

Even the weakest Qi Practitioner possessed an innate talent for Army Formations and underwent numerous Army Formations drills throughout their growth—a tradition of the race where military and civilians were no different, it isn’t to say that civilians knew nothing.

In many a Minor Thousand World, slaughtering and suppressing Slave Clans is a task undertaken by the military formations of the ordinary civilians of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

Now, the sudden appearance of nine million, this terrifying number, forming military formations, still possesses formidable combat strength and cannot be completely disregarded.

The Taoist Soldier Troop of the Nine Great Immortal Sects should be able to win, but the casualties are uncertain, whether many or few.

There is no need for this.

Immortal Sect Disciples, having received the full support and resources from the Sect during normal times, holding privileges and making demands, now is the time to fulfill their obligations.

They must have this realization.

It’s not permissible to let the Sect suffer unnecessary losses.

However, Heavenly Calculator Daoist and others are still cautious at heart.

”Wishing you all a triumphant victory,” they said.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, without much enthusiasm.

He had scrutinized the nine million cultivators the moment they appeared; not even a Prince-level existence among them, so feeble that it was disappointing.

If it weren’t for being left with no choice, his sword, he would prefer not to slay such weaklings.

Jiang Ding settled on the surface of the Minor Thousand World, picking a Fourth-grade Superior Spirit Vein at random, where he began to deploy the nascent stage of the Great Sun Sword Realm, slowly absorbing the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence, transforming chaos from the emptiness, accumulating the Power of Order.

His Cultivation Base had reached its peak, only limited by the bonds of the Yama Hell Equal King Yin-Yang Inversion Array, unable to break through, which was an enhancement against the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

But that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to be done.

The nascent stage of the Great Sun Sword Dao World was being born, creating the Power of Order, the right time for growth.

”Good.”

”If needed, we will call you.”

The Heavenly Calculator Daoist nodded along with others, leaving a remark, and led the Immortal Sect Daoist Soldiers flying into the pitch-black starry sky.

As Magic Cultivators, they are indifferent to the slaughter of the weak, even if the weaklings are like mortals. On the contrary, their favorite thing is to never encounter the strong in their lifetime, wishing no one would disturb them, so they can cultivate in peace and attain immortality.

Jiang Ding sits cross-legged on the Fourth-grade Superior Spirit Vein, with the fuzzy nascent stage of the Sword Realm spreading out for kilometers around him. Within it, all creatures thrive with vigor; it is springtime now, misty rains blur the view, flowers bloom in abundance, creating a world of beauty, which he enjoys immensely.

However, war is a serious matter.

Even if uninterested, Jiang Ding still allocates a wisp of Divine Sense and Sword Intent to monitor the battlefield, so he can teleport at the first sign of unforeseen events, annihilating the enemy of the race.

...

In the starry sky, a crushing war is taking place.

Gu Lin True Lord commands the Immortal Sect Fleet to unleash a hazy brilliance interweaving black and white, the Destruction Cannon comes into being, destroying in an instant the vast Army Formation haphazardly constructed by the nine million Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators, killing tens of thousands.

At the same time, just a fraction behind, Heavenly Calculator Daoist, Ji Liuyue, and other Taoist disciples, as soon as a breach in the Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s formations appears, lead the Taoist Soldiers to kill their way into the formations, slaughtering tens of thousands in an instant, and utterly destroying countless key nodes of the Formation Method, completely eradicating any possibility of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s Army Formation to reassemble.

The remaining Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators, numbering over eight million, have now become lambs to the slaughter, powerless to resist.

This war had shown its outcome from the very beginning.

The army of the Nine Great Immortal Sects worked together with impeccable coordination. Not to mention the second-tier troops of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, even the most elite forces of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan would be easily defeated by them without the existence of Ming Tian, hardly exerting any effort.

”Not bad.”

”There is some semblance of coordinated artillery and infantry operations.”

Jiang Ding expressed his admiration.

The Eight Great Immortal Sects directly engage in combat, while the Immortal Sect Fleet provides long-range support, precise bombings; it always feels like a perfect match, capable of leveraging a strength far surpassing the individual fighting capabilities of both forces.