Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

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Vast numbers of Qi Practitioners from the Xianmen Sect melted away like ice and snow.

"Amitabha!"

As Maitreya chanted the Buddha's name, his body radiated with brilliant gold light. His golden body shrank slightly, his six arms moving behind him in succession, smashing out the Golden Wheel, Zen stick, and Treasure Tripod in his hands. A sky full of armor-piercing bullets rained down on his body with clinking sounds, but he ignored them all, ruthlessly slaughtering the Qi Practitioners from the Xianmen Sect.

In the blink of an eye, the number of dead and injured climbed to hundreds of thousands.

"It looks like it's over..."

Jin Lingfeng let out a bitter laugh.

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"Things on Jin Lingfeng's side don't look good."

On Jiang Ding's side, his gaze swept over his command system, receiving news that the First Group Army was about to be annihilated, and that Xuanwu Substitute Daoist Xiang Jia and Maitreya would soon be free to join the siege.

"Xiang Jia? That's a decent tactic, alright."

Jiang Ding mused to himself.

"But still, we're going to die,"

High above, the sky and clouds transformed.

Space blurred as a silver-white super Air-Space Warplane shed its half-space coating, revealing itself before all, emitting a chilling aura that spread outwards.

Dozens of third-tier Formation Methods rotated, intricate Array Patterns filled the air, inhaling spiritual energy from tens of kilometers around.

The imprint on the forehead expanded, and an arm-sized, blue electromagnetic main cannon emerged, swelling to over a hundred meters in length within the blink of an eye, its muzzle more than half a meter wide.

It flew into the sky, and with a click, it precisely connected with the various runes and Formation Methods on the Air-Space Warplane.

Whoo~

Whoo whoo...

Within tens of kilometers, the winds and clouds surged wildly as endless Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi converged, pouring into the super Air-Space Warplane.

A dark muzzle opened up, and a blue light gathered within, the terrifying pressure spreading to within a hundred li.

The Sword of the Milky Way wrapped backwards and contracted, flying into the giant blue cannon, making the pressure within a hundred li even heavier.

"Is... is this his Air-Space Warplane?"

Jin Chengkong's eyes were wide with disbelief.

It felt even more terrible than his own Air-Space Battleship, and apart from the name, it had nothing in common with other people's Air-Space Warplanes.

"This is the war Treasure of the Eastern Devil School!"

"Why would the Dari Swordsman have such a thing!"

Compared to his shock, the twenty-five True Disciples from the Xuanwu tiangong were on the verge of tears, trembling in terror, letting out frightened roars.

"Kill! Kill!"

Under the immense pressure, all will to live erupted to its limits.

The twenty-five True Disciples from the Xuanwu tiangong didn't hesitate to burn their own and their subordinates' Essence Blood, transforming it into boundless mana that flooded their meridians, commanding the battle giant to roar furiously, and with the sacrifice of igniting their own bodies, they swung the most ferocious strike toward the sky.

Various battle treasures like axes, golden swords, and molten giant clubs that were dozens of zhang in size filled the sky.

"Kill him first!"

The other five Golden Pill battle formations were affected. The True Disciples within, with their uncanny war instinct, completely ignored the bullets around them. After gaining a slight respite, they too burned their Essence Blood and commanded the battle formations to strike at the sky, with fiery fists and flaming meteors blasting away.

"A death struggle."

Jiang Ding's expression was indifferent as he casually pointed a finger.

Inside the super Air-Space Warplane, for the first time fully deployed, the peak of the third-tier superior Magnetic Field Spirit Power Gathering Formation's muzzle shone with a dazzling blue light, and infinite electromagnetic force converged, imparting terrible power to the Blue-Gold Flying Sword, which acted as the electromagnetic shell.

Along with the inherent radiant brilliance of the sword itself…

Boom!

With a rumble that shook hundreds of kilometers, the beam shot by the Air-Space Warplane's cannon, locked onto by the Sword Intent of Destruction, was no longer a Flying Sword,

but Light!

A blue beam wrapped in golden mesh lines!

Whoosh!

It had arrived!

The giant axes of the battle formation shattered, the golden swords shattered, the molten giant clubs shattered, the fiery fists shattered.

Nothing could stop it, it penetrated everything effortlessly, and the Spiritual Light scattered in defeat.

Then,

like a flash of lightning, it traced a winding arc, piercing through the foreheads of thirty True Disciples surrounded by the Golden Pill battle formations.

"This sword... shouldn't be used to cut me down..."

A True Disciple, with a hole in his forehead and his strength fading, struggled to say a few words before turning into a mist of blood amidst the explosions in the sky, his Divine Soul completely annihilated.

Thirty-six Foundation-builders, indistinguishable from one another, scattered to the wind like mist.

The battlefield fell silent.

It was as if even the sound of the cannonades and magic explosions had vanished.

Everyone stared blankly at the sky, and at the True Disciples dissolving into the wind, with a hollow emptiness within their souls.

Jiang Ding lightly tapped his toes and flew into the sky, standing atop the super Air-Space Warplane, his eyes sweeping the surroundings.

At the warplane's muzzle, the blue light burst forth once again.

"Run!"

"How could we possibly win!"

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The remaining twenty-nine Golden Pill battle formations filled with True Disciples were in disarray, fleeing in all directions. Amidst the lock-on and siege by numerous artillery groups, they couldn't care less, desperately scattering to escape.

Boom!

The super Air-Space Warplane's cannons roared once more, a Blue-gold Light blooming from within. In the span of a single breath, it pierced through ten Golden Pill battle formations, turning the True Disciples within and their subordinates into a mist of blood that dissipated.

"Treasure Tripod Maitreya..."

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to the remnants of the battlefield and tapped his foot lightly.

Boom!

The super Air-Space Warplane's tail spewed out a stream of air, and amidst the roar of an air explosion, it flew at supersonic speeds towards the battlefield of the First Group Army over a hundred kilometers away.

Atop it, a young man in green stood still, the wind whistling fiercely, billowing his sleeves and sweeping back his hair; the shield around his body spread out, reaching the entire Air-Space Warplane, and gradually, it became almost indistinguishable from the shape of a sword.

"The Great Sun Swordsman... the Eastern Devil School's Great Sun Swordsman!"

The Xuanwu Substitute Daoist, Xiang Jia, released hundreds, thousands of Vajra Treasure Circles from around his body, slaughtering large swathes of Xianmen Sect Qi Practitioners as if in a massacre, all while keeping an eye on the battlefield a hundred kilometers away.

At this moment, his face twisted with distorted hatred.

Then, he turned and fled.

Amidst the terror of the roaring sounds, the light of the sword-shaped Air-Space Warplane, which was a hundred kilometers away just a few breaths ago, was now alarmingly close.

"Xuanwu Substitute Daoist, is your name Xiang Jia?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

He pointed casually.

A terrifying Sword Intent of Destruction filled the air; from the Air-Space Warplane's cannon, slightly over half a meter in size, endless dark blue light flashed.

Array Patterns densely covered tens of kilometers, swallowing massive amounts of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, turning into a terrifying propulsive force unimaginable for Foundation-building cultivators.

Boom!

In the deafening roar, a Blue-gold Light shot out from the cannon's mouth, the Destruction Intent locking onto enemies in all directions above and below.

"Damn it!"

Xiang Jia, fleeing in madness, twisted his face and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood.

His Life Treasure, the Turtle-shaped double-sided shield, swelled larger and larger, growing to the size of a mountain, as if an ancient Xuanwu giant turtle was reawakening, the patterns on the shell clearly visible and emitting layers of heavy golden Daoist Runes.

"Hold on!"

"Hold on!"

Xiang Jia unleashed all his Mana, continuously roaring in fury.

The Cultivation Method he practiced was named the "Xuanwu Supporting Sky Sutra," which drew from the true meaning of the ancient mythical Xuanwu turning into a pillar that supported the sky, known for its defensive prowess.

Although his offensive capabilities were somewhat lacking, in terms of defense alone, he considered himself not far off from a Xuanwu Daoist!

But why!

Why was his Divine Soul still trembling so crazily?!

Boom!

A Blue-gold Light of Destruction descended here; the sword point met the surface of the turtle shell, and there was a standoff for a moment.

Crack!

The terrifying sound of the shell shattering rang out, and the immortal golden Daoist Runes disappeared into nothingness.

Whiz!

Xiang Jia's expression was horrified as he looked at the Blue-Gold Sword tip emerging from his chest.

A silver Talisman appeared, carrying the aura of a Nascent Soul and above, and his figure became indistinct. He reappeared several kilometers away.

The Blue-gold Light clung like a festering wound, pursuing closely behind him.

"Treasure Tripod Maitreya!"

Xiang Jia's face twisted into a ferocious sneer: "The Sect has nurtured you for so long, now it's time to show your loyalty!"

"Good believer, you..."

Treasure Tripod Maitreya, also escaping on instinct for survival, showed an ominous expression.

Whiz!

His several-zhang-tall, radiating body vanquished, blocking in front of the fleeing Xuanwu Substitute Daoist, Xiang Jia.

"No! You Buddha Enemy deserving of the eighteenth layer of hell!"

Treasure Tripod Maitreya bellowed madly, bringing his hands together, pushing forth a Vajra Wall covered in Sanskrit, as six robust phantom arms waved one after another from behind.

Brilliant Buddha light, amidst the praise of countless sentient beings' worshipping followers, two pairs of Zen sticks, two pairs of Golden Wheels, and two pairs of Treasure Tripods moved forward to smash down upon the incoming Blue-Gold Sword Light.

Crack!

Under the Blue-Gold Sword Light,

The Vajra Wall shattered, two pairs of Zen sticks shattered, two pairs of Golden Wheels shattered, two pairs of Treasure Tripods shattered, and then, the foreheads of Treasure Tripod Maitreya!

Boom!

The body of Treasure Tripod Maitreya exploded into a sky full of Gold light, with his Divine Soul's core of faith utterly obliterated by the Sword Intent of Destruction.

In the distance, before the Blue-Gold Flying Sword, a teleportation Formation cleverly concealed in advance flickered with runes, and the terrified Xuanwu Substitute Daoist, Xiang Jia, vanished from sight.

The sword's edge sliced through empty space.

"Escaped?"

Jiang Ding looked surprised and sighed.

"My sword is still not fast enough."