Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1307: Chapter 1275: Bombardment by Hundreds of Thousands of Ship Cannons

“Kill!”

“Attack!”

Under the command of numerous generals, tens of millions of warships from various Xianmen Recruitment Armies surged into the void.

Countless warships roared forth, launching a sudden assault. Maintaining a unified frequency, the ship cannons radiated a dazzling brilliance. However, due to the uneven quality of the regiments, they could not achieve a collective Mana Divine Sense frequency and therefore abandoned the tactic of converging all forces into a single concentrated attack.

Instead, tens of thousands of blazing beams fired simultaneously!

The ship cannons arrived in an instant, landing amidst the densely packed Army Formation of the Ten Thousand Clans in the space beyond the world.

The Army Formation of the Ten Thousand Clans suffered from all the inherent maladies of a multi-faction coalition: chaotic command and sluggish reactions. Moreover, the vast differences between the various races made the chaos far surpass that found in internal war among the Human Race factions.

These inherent flaws of the coalition became devastatingly apparent under the sudden ambush.

“Charge! Counterattack!”

“Kill!”

Even amidst a surprise attack that caught them off guard, the movement of the regiments could not escape the gaze of the individual elites within the Ten Thousand Clans Coalition.

They noticed it immediately, shouting sharply and commanding their tribal Army Formations to unleash Formation Methods as massive as mountain ranges: spells of Soil Mountains, Stone Pillars, Blazing Giant Blades, and more were deployed one after another.

The fastest to react was the army of the Skull Blood Vine Monster Clan. Billions of skeletons unleashed volleys of arrows that seemed like primitive cold weapons but, under the enhancement of their Army Formation, instantly pierced through thousands of kilometers of the starry sky, their speed surpassing all traditional-era ballistic missiles—a veritable interstellar warfare-grade killing device of the Immortal Domain.

The responses of these tribal armies were extremely swift, and in fact, some elite skeleton armies held strength superior to that of even the Ninth Army Group, the strongest unit among the Recruitment Armies. These iron armies were forged over centuries of persistent refining, slaughter, and victories.

To them, the sudden attack from the Recruitment Army was nothing more than routine maneuvering, hardly surprising at all.

However, such elite armies were exceedingly rare within the Ten Thousand Clans Coalition.

Only the ranks of strong forces such as the Skull Blood Vine Monster Clan, the Mountain Rock Giant Clan, the Tidal Sea Demon Clan, and about a dozen other demon racial armies managed to react swiftly.

The remaining forces of the Ten Thousand Clans Coalition were entirely powerless.

They truly did not wish to betray other clans at this moment, but they were truly incapable. Their armies were commanded in disarray, grotesquely chaotic—some blocking the path, others accidentally striking their own allies—a cacophony of cries and screams filled the battlefield.

“This isn’t good!”

The fear Steel Bone King and other rebel monarchs had harbored for so long finally manifested.

Even with numerical superiority of tens of times greater, they found themselves at a distinct disadvantage on the localized battlefield.

Boom!

Rumble!

Tens of thousands of blazing beams erupted from the countless fleets of Xianmen Recruitment Armies, striking against the densely packed Ten Thousand Clans Coalition. Wherever the ship cannons detonated, translucent halos repeatedly emerged, subjecting forces such as the Skeleton Army, Mountain Rock Giant Army, and Tidal Sea Demon Army to devastating blows.

Skeletons were reduced to dust, Mountain Rock Giants shattering into rubble, endless blood mist from Tidal Sea Demons dispersed across the starry sky.

The stronger the race, the quicker their reaction—and paradoxically, the greater their suffering!

In an instant, Steel Bone King and the monarchs of other clans experienced something that caused their eyes to erupt with rage: the elite tribal armies they relied upon to dominate the starry sky lost over one hundred thousand troops in mere seconds!

Under the overwhelming attacks from their adversaries’ cannons, skeleton arrows dissolved to powder, the rock giants’ boulders shattered… Resistance proved utterly futile, their strength of opposition pitifully weak.

“Fire!”

“Fire! Fire!”

Gun Xuan Monarch and other generals of the Recruitment Army radiated blazing intent as they shouted repeatedly.

Clearly, when they made their decision, they hadn’t anticipated that their opponents would be this feeble, nor that this “vast army” would be this cumbersome, chaotic, and completely incapable of delivering the impression of immense might.

Boom!

Rumble!

The cultivators of the Xianmen Recruitment Armies, with morale soaring, seized their advantage and pursued relentlessly, each cannon fire released in waves of blazing beams, illuminating the entirety of the starry sky and enveloping the strongest dozen or so clans’ military forces.

The light of destruction fell before the eyes of cultivators from these strongest clans—vividly revealing their gaze, gripped by profound terror.

It was no longer a matter of courage or valor!

In this localized battlefield, they faced a Recruitment Fleet with a meticulously unified command, consistent orders, and forces ten times their number but exhibiting strength above average relative to theirs!

No tricks or subtleties were involved—merely a blunt overwhelming of strength.

How could they possibly resist?

In mere moments, the elite armies of these dozen clans were brought to the brink of annihilation!

“Intercept them!”

“We cannot let this continue!”

Steel Bone King roared.

Leading the charge himself, his body expanded hundreds of feet tall, resembling a shimmering silver skeleton. His deep green hair danced fiercely in the air, resembling giant forest serpents.

Clutching an ancient, ominous bone hammer, Steel Bone King fiercely swung toward tens of thousands of ship cannons.

This bone hammer radiated tremendous weight, visibly aged. Known as the Bone King Hammer, it hailed from tens of thousands of years ago within the Skull Blood Vine Demon Imperial Court. As a supreme treasured possession and hereditary artifact akin to an Imperial Jade Seal for the Skull Blood Vine Monster Clan, it was a sealed seventh-rank item.

Now held by a Peak Hua Shen Emperor, its aura was overwhelmingly terrifying.

“Kill!”

As Steel Bone King moved, hundreds of monarchs from various clans also acted, each emanating a suffocating aura, their presence akin to mountains.

These monarchs hailed from over a hundred Minor Thousand Worlds. Many of their races had been purged, forced from their homelands and harboring undying vengeance against the Xianmen Sect. In this critical moment, they refused to retreat, following Steel Bone King resolutely into battle.

Nascent Soul Cultivators possessed agility far exceeding that of armies!

These monarchs positioned themselves directly before tens of thousands of ship cannons fired by the Recruitment Army, unwilling to see their elite tribal forces destroyed or allow this war to end in catastrophic failure.

“Kill!”

“Kill! Kill!”

Steel Bone bellowed, immense mana converging into the Bone King Hammer, spawning countless chains akin to order, though weaker than order itself. These chains erupted violently across the battlefield, viciously smashing directly into tens of thousands of ship cannons.

Boom!

Wherever the Bone King Hammer struck, scores of fleet-wide salvos disintegrated, transforming into harmless Spiritual Light dissipated like a gentle breeze.

With one mighty swing, nearly one-third of the cannon salvos from the millions-strong Recruitment Fleet were rendered inert.

A single individual rivaled millions of soldiers!

“Kill!”

Subsequently, millions of God Transformation Cultivators from various clans acted in unison. Blazes of sword light, blood light, green light, and earth light, along with myriad God Transformation techniques, engulfed the sky like overwhelming tides, forcibly neutralizing the successive salvos of the Xianmen Recruitment Army.

For a moment, the starry sky fell into eerie stillness.

Such was the power of individual strength within the Immortal Path.

Though their numbers were negligible compared to the billions-strong army, in terms of sheer power—even on the battlefield where mobility mattered little—the strength of several hundred Nascent Soul Cultivators surpassed the collective might of millions.

“Quickly redeploy troops…”

Having seized a fleeting opportunity for reversal, the monarchs promptly issued commands, unwilling to falter under the circumstances.

In the next moment, terror filled the faces of many monarchs.

“No!”

“Help, help me…”

Numerous monarchs screamed desperately, igniting their Essence Blood to flee without hesitation.

Yet,

Amid the blinding light, figures emerged in the gaps of the monarchs’ attacks, executing perfectly timed, long-prepared strikes.

A slender skeleton’s finger pointed, unleashing a thousand Skull Bone Swords;

A rampant Flame Giant swung a Flame Greatsword, roaring as it cleaved into dozens of Nascent Soul Cultivators nearby, utterly brazen;

A sinister Blood Sword suddenly materialized within the hearts of several monarchs…

One after another, these hidden Nascent Soul Cultivators from the Xianmen Recruitment Army launched their ambush, their attacks igniting sanguine blossoms as they felled alien monarchs, their corpses collapsing from the sky.

In this single moment, at least thirty alien monarchs fell!

Some unfortunate races saw all their monarchs slain instantly, leaving their armies of cultivators in terror, fleeing wildly into the void in utter collapse.

Without monarchs, regardless of which side triumphs, they were doomed to defeat without distinction!

For them, this war no longer carried any significance.

The retreat of these forces further exacerbated the chaotic state of the Ten Thousand Clans Coalition, further slowing their attempts to regroup.

“Traitor…”

Steel Bone King, clutching the Bone King Hammer, gazed at the slender skeleton with eyes blazing with frenzied hatred.

Only this individual!

It must be this individual—an Emperor possessing the inheritance of the Skull Blood Imperial Court—who could so easily deceive his Divine Sense, leading to disastrous strategic misjudgments and resulting in the deaths of thirty monarchs in an instant, plunging them into a catastrophic strategic disadvantage.