Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"He's left."

Lying underground deeply burrowed into the dunes, Jiang Ding sighed.

For some reason, he could clearly sense the aura of 'intent' emanating from the body of this foundation-building prodigy, yet he remained undetected.

It could be that the rank of the Sword Intent was higher, or perhaps the pervasive nuclear radiation here affected his Divine Sense Scanning.

"It would be great if a supreme commander of a corps were here, with the target locked, a single tactical nuclear bomb would destroy him."

Jiang Ding coughed, covering his mouth.

When he spread open his palm, a handful of fresh blood was visible, some of which had already turned into brown clumps.

"High temperature, shockwaves, radiation..."

Jiang Ding used Inner View on his own shattered body and sighed. He spoke into the legion's communications channel, "Is there any good healing martial method you recommend? Something like the Celestial Demonic Dismantling Method or the Seven Days Fatal Divine Power."

The common ones were useless.

"Dari Swordsman? You rascal, you're actually not dead!"

"Martial methods... I don't know much about that, can you use cultivation methods?"

"I'm willing to call you an indestructible cockroach!"

Cheers and various disorderly teases came through the legion's channel.

"Shut up, everyone, and find something for him!"

Jin Lingfeng, the committee chairman and temporary general of the Northern Army Group, scolded. He swiftly searched using Divine Sense in the library, while others stopped their joking and began similar work.

"'Three-day Fatal Kungfu,' this one is good, according to the introduction, it should heal most injuries."

"'Soul Locking Method'..."

"'Shadow Puppet Body Transforming Method'..."

Soon, several methods were recommended, all of which were powerful, simple to practice but with severe consequences.

"'Shadow Puppet Body Transforming Method' it is."

Jiang Ding skimmed through it and confirmed the method.

Its principle was essentially to cultivate a strand of the Demonic Qi found in martial arts, then use it to devour the meridians, flesh and Elixir Field to heal one's injuries and fight above one's level.

In the end, one would dissolve into a puddle of blood in five days, leaving behind nothing but a human skin and skeleton, also known as a skin puppet frame.

The difficulty, for renowned figures in Jianghu, should be that they could master it through several months of practice.

Jiang Ding read through it three times, memorized it, and in his mind, he continuously simulated and understood it. Soon, a strand of pitch-black lines appeared around his Elixir Field, quickly expanding to the meridians all over his body. His flesh sizzled as it slowly dissolved.

However, at the same time, a massive force of vitality surged from within his body, his pale complexion rapidly turned rosy, and he looked rejuvenated.

"Still, the radiation poisoning hasn't been eliminated, even though I have been outside the nuclear explosion radius of thirty kilometers... I should be able to live for four and a half days, sigh."

Jiang Ding sighed, "If this wasn't a simulated battlefield, the future Lord Jiang Ding would have perished."

Hours later, the roaring sound of tank engines could be heard in the distance, as Jin Lingfeng entered within the thirty-kilometer range.

"My injuries have improved, I can still live for four and a half days."

Jiang Ding emerged from the sand and silently entered the vanguard reconnaissance position of two army groups.

"Four and a half days? That's very tight on time."

With her silver hair and cute, bewildered expression, Jin Lingfeng paused for a moment before saying solemnly, "We set off immediately, to the center of the West Desert, to Lake Bi Bo!"

"As long as we destroy the core's thirty-six Black Tortoise Four Ends Bound Pillars, the interface Big Array of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace will be weakened and diminished. The Army Formation of Xianmen Sect's Heavenly Earth Elemental Troops will be strengthened, greatly increasing the probability of the appearance of the thirteenth Small World!"

The two army groups from the north and south converged properly, forming a massive army exceeding four hundred thousand that moved mightily, with nearly a hundred thousand radar-guided artillery constantly scanning.

The Iron Tide filled the land, as roads appeared out of nowhere, formed in an instant.

After marching for three days, they crossed a thousand miles of the West Desert.

"In no more than three hours, we will reach the center of the West Desert. There lies a fourth-order mid-grade spiritual vein. Relying on the spiritual vein, even if the cultivators of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace lack in formation skills, they should still be able to set up a real Third Order Formation with Golden Pill Battle Power."

"The Divine Sense attack range of a Golden Pill Monk is between ten and twenty kilometers, so we are still in a safe position..."

Jin Lingfeng and Ou Daocheng took turns briefing on the various details of the West Desert core ahead, arranging strategies for all fronts.

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"Here they come!"

Jiang Ding, the scout leading the Big Army, felt a stir in his heart.

Within a thousand-meter range sensed by Sword Intent, a Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation Monks finally appeared, followed by a second one.

There were already many.

The usual position of Foundation-building cultivators surpassed a thousand meters of Divine Sense, which allowed for mutual support without interference.

Once this norm was exceeded, it was highly likely due to an abundance of Foundation-building cultivators, forcing the Army Formation to compress repeatedly.

"Foundation-building cultivators from other directions should all be converging here."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and reported his findings.

"Grenade barrage for reconnaissance, fire!"

Jin Lingfeng and Ou Daocheng both wore grim expressions, issuing the command in unison.

Boom boom!

The deafening blasts from the muzzles echoed one after another, and the area within several tens of kilometers was enveloped in a dense hail of shrapnel, making the sandy ground tremble.

"Damn Dari Swordsman!"

Dozens of Foundation-building cultivators revealed their figures, roaring in anger, transforming into streaks of earthy yellow Escape Light, rapidly advancing on the ground.

Originally, faced with Second-order War Commanders, Foundation-building cultivators could advance within ten kilometers before risking exposure, but now they were forced to unveil themselves under artillery fire more than twenty kilometers away, drastically reducing their chances of survival by several times over.

"Fire!"

Without any surprise, each discovered Foundation-building cultivator died under the bombardment of the intense Armor-piercing Shell Group; Earth Concealment was useless, as were flight and the usage of cloned blood escape techniques.

Under lock on by the Second-order Infantry Spirit Radar, no one could escape.

Boom boom!

Another round of grenade barrage exploded, revealing only a few concealed figures.

There had to be more Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation Monks than this!

"Ou Daocheng."

Jin Lingfeng said coldly.

"Yes!"

Ou Daocheng's plump face was filled with bitterness, "Requesting tactical nuclear strike, coordinates pending, first phase of unsealing, spread of the Magic Arts-Annihilation Aura..."

Under the fearful gazes of all the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators, a tiny black dot revealed itself from midair.

Invisible ripples spread out in all directions, within a thirty-kilometer radius, the particles of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi slowed to a crawl, mana delayed, and the power of magic spells greatly diminished.

Within several tens of kilometers, many Foundation-building cultivators using Earth Concealment or stealth had flickering Spiritual Lights on their bodies, making a stark contrast with their surroundings.

"Fire!"

More than eighty thousand cannons roared at once, a dense swarm of Armor-piercing Cruise Missiles took to the sky, overwhelming all Foundation-building cultivators that could be detected, shredding them into pieces.

"Kill!"

A sea of zombies and Evil Spirits descended from the Sky, and hundreds of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation-building cultivators showed looks of despair, no longer hiding, bursting forth with all their Escape Light power, constantly maneuvering to dodge, and making a dash towards the central Tank armor units.

Amidst the dense armor-piercing Shell Group, they were reduced to bits of flesh and blood.

Occasionally one would make it within two kilometers, causing the death of thousands of Xianmen cultivators and mortals before being quickly taken out, unable to survive longer than a breath's time.

Compared to the individual Eastern Army Group, the firepower here was overwhelmingly stronger.

Five or six minutes later, all Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation-building cultivators were dead, and the battlefield fell silent, leaving only the smell of gunpowder lingering, and the ground covered with the corpses of humans and zombies.

Xia Houding did not appear.

"Re-seal it."

Ou Daocheng said with some regret.

The Magic Arts-Annihilation Aura had but a single chance to be used, aiding in locking onto high-mobility, high-value targets. Once it was gone, it was gone, only usable as an on-site super bomb against fixed targets.

"As for Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's Substitute Daoist Master, do you still have a large force of Foundation-building troops..."

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