Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding stood on the silver-white bird-like Air-Space Warplane.

Divine Sense and Mana flowed in, activating the third-order Spirit Particle Sonar to scan a hundred-kilometer radius of the battlefield.

Everywhere was scarred and battered, pitted with craters, strewn with severed limbs and arms, as well as fragments of tanks emitting blue smoke; the carnage was horrific.

With a point of his toe, the Air-Space Warplane disappeared amidst a burst of noise in the air.

It reappeared in the sky, descending to the ground, landing in an area full of craters and pieces of flesh and blood.

He raised his hand, and magnetic induction lines faintly emerged, as soil, rocks, tank fragments, and corpses slowly lifted, revealing a person underneath with a weak breath.

"How is it, Commander of the First Group Army, Jin Lingfeng?"

Jiang Ding revealed a smile.

In the pits, hidden beneath layers of corpses, a petite silver-haired girl curled up in one corner, pale-faced, frowning, with one arm gone, leaving behind a mangled stump.

"Dari Swordsman?"

Jin Lingfeng opened her eyes, delighted, then said angrily, "Damn Xuanwu Substitute Daoist, picking on me because I'm just a Qi Practitioner now. Wait till I reach the peak of Foundation Building, I'll definitely gather a dozen Air-Space Groups and beat him to death!"

"Yes, there will be an opportunity."

Jiang Ding carefully pushed away the soil and rocks around her, his Divine Soul and Mana flowing into her, casting a Foundation Building Stage rejuvenation technique to heal her wounds, and said with a smile, "As long as Xuanwu tiangong stands, they will continue to select their Substitute Daoists, never running out of them."

He treated the internal injuries and reconnected the broken bones.

Regrettably, her left arm was nowhere to be found or might have been pulverized; they could only leave behind a clean-cut opening in the skin.

A moment later, Jin Lingfeng stood up, and aside from her body being somewhat frail and her breath weak, there were no more wounds to be seen.

Through the perspective of the Air-Space Warplane, Jiang Ding looked in all directions. The battles of the second, third, and fourth Group Armies had successively concluded, and they too began clearing the battlefield and rescuing comrades.

The Air-Space Warplane disappeared into the air with a burst of noise, circling the entire battlefield at great speed.

"The following is the casualty report..."

Jiang Ding sent his gathered intelligence to each Group Army commander, meticulously marking the locations, positions, and injury statuses of hundreds of thousands of wounded.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!"

Voices of Jin Chengkong, Xue Xi, and others came through.

Jiang Ding himself continued to pilot the Air-Space Warplane in the sky, passing over areas where magnetic induction lines would flash within an eight-kilometer range.

Soil and rocks scattered, revealing the wounded beneath, while he preemptively treated those with serious injuries to stabilize their conditions.

There were too many people; treating everyone individually would be unsustainable with his Mana. It was better to wait for others to arrive and carry out further treatment.

The efficiency was incredibly high.

Almost every few seconds, hundreds of people received treatment, with the pale green light of the rejuvenation technique healing wounds over and over.

As long as cultivators didn't die and their divine souls weren't hurt, their recovery was quite easy.

The tens of thousands of cultivators who had been briefly confused by the Maitreya Treasure Tripod also came to their senses, without any lingering effects.

Their divine souls were shielded by the Central Array Spirit Computer; a Golden Pill incense fire deity couldn't fundamentally influence them.

Several hours later, the army was reorganized once more.

"Commander-in-Chief."

An Siyan had not fallen in battle and still held the position of Chief of General Staff; he adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, "In this battle, including the previous fights, our army suffered 1,277,224 deaths. After reorganizing, we've again divided into four tank Group Armies, each Group Army consisting of over seven hundred thousand troops."

"As for our victories,"

Her tone brightened a bit, "We've killed 6,227 Foundation-building cultivators, among them under special conditions, 65 true disciples with the combat power of Golden Pill monks. Additionally, seven true disciples escaped."

"The incense fire deity, Treasure Tripod Maitreya, one of the most important Golden Pill avatars of incense fire, has died."

"The casualty ratio, 205 to 1."

"A great victory!"

"A great victory?"

Jiang Ding sighed, "Trading over two hundred Qi Practitioners for the life of a single Foundation-building Cultivator is somewhat tragic."

These aren't ordinary Qi Practitioners from the Small World.

No matter how numerous their Qi Practitioners might be, they cannot participate in the Golden Pill Battlefield.

These million-plus individuals are the Immortal Path talents cultivated by the Xianmen Sect from a young age, with a basic level of proficiency in disciplines such as Cultivation Method, Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Formation Method, Spiritual Plants, and Spirit Beasts.

Every one of them has been the recipient of a significant amount of educational resources, making their odds of advancing to High-Level Cultivators much greater than those of Qi Practitioners from the Small World.

Fortunately, the flames of war have yet to reach our homeland, with the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm serving as a buffer, although we've lost a significant amount of resources, which Xianmen Sect already severely lacks.

Without replenishment, the promotion of many Qi Practitioners, Foundation-building Cultivators, and even Golden Pill Monks will be affected.

"There's no other way."

An Siyan said seriously, "The Nine Great Immortal Sects and the Xianmen Sect are both Domain Overlord-level forces, such casualties are unavoidable."

"If it were any other power, the Xianmen Sect's Qi Practicing Troops could effortlessly sweep through any battlefield below the Golden Pill level, with minimal losses."

"In fact, if it were not for your arrival, before the emergence of the new generation of Three-order Tactical Nuclear Weapons, the Xianmen Sect would have completely abandoned worlds that required Qi Practitioners to land and combat."

The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace developed a forbidden treasure that could neutralize the three-order tactical nuclear bombs, so naturally, Xianmen Sect could also develop countermeasures.

It's just that the time is not certain; it may take tens of years, dozens of years, or even a hundred years. Research matters are always like this, without a precise time.

"I think we should learn to adapt to the death of our comrades. It is something that will happen sooner or later; this world is just that cold and brutal."

"Adapt to the death of comrades?"

Jiang Ding repeating An Siyan's words, shook his head, "Attack, when we're strong enough, this day will never come."

"And besides, how dare this world make me adapt to it?"

"Uh..."

An Siyan didn't know what to say.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!"

The tank army rumbled forward.

Dust clouds filled the sky, visible from hundreds of miles away, causing the clouds on the horizon to tremble as numerous Demon Beasts frantically fled, with an ancient, rugged forest forcibly cleared to create a wide, smooth road.

In the sky, ahead of the army, a youth in green sat cross-legged atop a super Air-Space Warplane, the third-order Spirit Particle Sonar scanning the battlefield within a hundred kilometers, ensuring no enemies could hide and ambush them.

Days later, the army crossed over five thousand kilometers, arriving seventy kilometers away from the center of the nine Black Tortoise Boundary Formation pillars.

The nine pillars reaching into the heavens, connecting to the beyond, served as anchors and amplifiers for the army formation of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, which spanned thousands of kilometers.

"Coordinates..."

Commanders of various corps issued their commands downward.

There was no need for prior scouting; the troops of Xianmen Sect would simply surge forth to come within effective firing range of the target and then commence firing.

"Fire!"

Millions of artillery fired simultaneously, leaving trails of white in the sky accompanied by piercing whistles filling the air and land.

Boom!

The nine towering pillars were submerged under dense swarms of Armor Piercing Bullets, trembling incessantly. The Spiritual Light significantly dimmed, and the pillars grew hazy, taking millions of Armor Piercing Bullets without being destroyed.

It had an incredibly formidable defense among the Golden Core level.

"Fire!"

"..."

Jin Lingfeng and other commanders did not even glance at the target as the Group Army fired in unison five times, the gunpowder smog forming a cloud that obscured the sky.

Boom, boom, boom...

Amidst the endless bombardment, the nine pillars that reached for the skies finally collapsed, and the army formation's energy beyond the heavens weakened once more.

The tank army continued their thunderous advance, aiming directly for the core of the last southern Boundary Formation.