Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"This yin energy saturated Ghost Formation, I fear it's already approaching the level of a third-rank intermediate."

"Given some more time, swallowing more vital souls and flesh, it will truly progress to a third-rank intermediate, vastly increasing its strength..."

The images transmitted from the war machine made many students furrow their brows.

A third-order Formation, relying on Spiritual Veins, in terms of attack range, power, and endurance, can be stronger than most Golden Pill Monks, not to mention a third-rank intermediate Formation.

The Liyun Sect does not possess such an inheritance.

It must come from the Outer Realm, either captured by Immortal Li Hai during wars in the Outer Realms and secretly kept hidden, or there are powers from the Outer Realm meddling in the shadows.

Looking at the howling Evil Spirits, over the years, it's unknown how many mortal vital souls have been put in, let alone how many Liyun Sect cultivators have benefitted from it and made significant progress in their cultivation.

Although it poses a great risk and advancing is difficult, one false step can lead to entering devilry and death, and there might also be backdoors left, benefiting others in the end.

But with their experience, of course, they would not know and treated it as an Immortal Pill miracle medicine.

"However, a Formation is just a Formation."

"The attack range is only ten to twenty kilometers, and it can't move!"

Jin Lingfeng scoffed coldly.

Unable to move!

For Xianmen cultivators, who are strong in offense but weak in defense, with an extremely long attack range, this is nothing but a live target!

"Prepare!"

Just as she was about to order an attack.

She recoiled, looking toward the midst of the Formation, where thousands of Yin Soul Fierce Ghosts roamed, a chilling killing intent permeating the air.

The squad channel was equally silent, without the slightest noise.

"The Divine Souls of Fairy Gate citizens!"

"Three hundred and forty-seven!"

After waiting for a long while, a cold, dead silence fell on the quiet squad channel, someone stated indifferently.

On the outskirts of that ghostly Formation,

stood many wearing jeans and shirts, with blood and tears streaming from their eyes, expressions of unspeakable agony.

Many were missing hands, feet, and were long without their heads, wandering dazed among thousands of evil spirits.

They were driven by the Formation to the very outside, wailing in agony under the sunlight.

"They dare..."

"Whose fathers and mothers are these, whose children?"

Jiang Ding felt a chill in his heart, witnessing so many citizens' deaths for the first time.

Mother, grandfather, grandmother, the uncles and aunts, hadn't they all gone to military bases in the Outer Realm to serve military duty after growing up? Hadn't they also faced such dangers?

"The Liyun Sect, really so wonderful..."

Many students spoke with killing intent, their youthful naivety shaped in the campus years rapidly transforming into a hardened, iron-blooded demeanor.

"Thinking of using this to delay time?"

"Or even to block us, making us powerless and stop the attack?"

Jin Lingfeng's voice was exceptionally cold.

"Such an underestimation of Xianmen."

"If it were so easy to make Xianmen helpless, we would have perished a thousand years ago, not survived until today."

"Flare, one shot!"

"Give them thirty seconds to surrender and exit the Formation, or be warned!"

A cylindrical missile emerged from the silo, carried across eighty to ninety kilometers by the Third-rank Military Formation, arriving outside the Liyun Sect's grand formation, turning into a beam of light, piercing inside.

"A Xianmen missile!"

The Liyun Sect Foundation-building cultivators in charge of the Formation screamed in terror.

All too familiar with it, one by one the evil spirits hissed with the presence of Foundation-building and Qi Practitioners, in vast numbers, lunging at the missile.

Streams of pure white Liyun Sect Sword Qi magic coalesced, scattering across the sky, with bursts of Magic Glyph explosions.

Yet, they failed to affect the flare's light at all, as if striking the void.

"We're all going to die!"

"I always said the Xianmen envoys couldn't be killed, that we shouldn't have guarded the mountain gate!"

Many Foundation-builders despaired, howling as though on the verge of collapse.

After ruling the Small World for thousands of years, the word Xianmen had become ingrained in their bones.

"Don't panic! It's just a signal flare, a simple messaging talisman!"

An aged figure with a hunched back shouted sternly, interrupting their turmoil.

This person, known as Zhu Fuqi according to the information provided by the Canghai Steel Floating Island Base, was Immortal Li Hai's chief disciple.

At the peak of Foundation Building, he was also the sect leader of Liyun Sect, having managed the sect's major and minor affairs for many years, accumulating great authority and respect.

"Messaging? Is there still hope for us?"

"This has nothing to do with me; it was the senior elders who forced us. What could we do?"

With such a shout, many immediately looked towards him with hope in their eyes, which then turned to frenzy and bitterness, no longer mindful of the dignity of a Golden Pill monk.

Under the gaze of so many aberrant eyes, including dozens of Foundation-building cultivators and tens of thousands of Qi Practitioners, even the hunched elder, at the peak of Foundation Building, felt a chill in his heart.

The signal flare floated gently into his hand.

Countless eyes were staring intently.

Tempted to destroy it, yet not daring to.

Zhu Fuqi knew that if he dared to do so, these sect Foundation-builders and Qi Practitioners would tear him to shreds without hesitation.

If the Xianmen Sect were willing to grant a general amnesty, the same would be true.

Hence, he had no choice but to touch the signal flare with his Divine Sense and open it.

"According to the treaty signed between the Ancestor Master of Liyun Sect and the Xianmen Sect three thousand years ago, the judgement is as follows."

"...All cultivators and mortals who participated in plotting against Fairy Gate citizens, whether directly or indirectly, will die.

All those who have no direct or indirect involvement in this matter, but failed to protect the citizens, will spend the rest of their lives in hard labor until death..."

"Thirty seconds countdown starts now."

The signal flare automatically broadcasted the voice and Spirit Consciousness Fluctuation, spreading it in every direction, unstoppable.

"Is that so?"

All the Foundation-building cultivators of Liyun Sect felt their hearts turn to ash, with looks of unwillingness on their faces.

On that day, a Golden Pill monk personally pressured them, with his trusted guards watching over; what could they do?

If they refused to slaughter the Fairy Gate citizens with their own hands, they would have to die at that time!

"Since the Eastern Devil School won't spare us!"

Zhu Fuqi let out a sigh, a touch of despair surfacing, but his face was full of excitement: "Fellow apprentices, they are just over a hundred Foundation-building cultivators after all. We have the Sect's Big array, and we don't fear even Golden Pill monks!"

"The Ancestor Master won't ignore us either!"

"As long as we kill all these Demon Cultivators here, making a great contribution, we will surely be favored by the Immortal Sects. Once we enter an Immortal Sect, we will all have hope for the Immortal Path."

"Becoming a revered master or Ancestor is also not impossible!"

His words kindled hope in the eyes of many Foundation-building cultivators, grasping onto it as one would a lifesaving straw.

"Right, the Eastern Devil School enslaved us, it's time they got what they deserve!"

"Once the Immortal Sects descend, we will all be great heroes! The entire Canghai Small World will be liberated from enslavement, and our names will be forever sung throughout the realm!"

"If they won't give us a way out, then we'll make our way to the Canghai Floating Island, to their Mother Realm, and slaughter them there!"

Many Foundation-building cultivators' eyes turned blood-red as they shouted incessantly, their killing intent sweeping across the sky, their eyes ablaze with blood-red fervor, and the morale within the sect surged and spiraled into madness.

Different from the frenzy and restlessness at Yunzong Mountain Gate,

some ninety-odd kilometers away, the regimental headquarters channel was utterly silent—it was so quiet, one could hear a pin drop.

"...Twenty-eight seconds, twenty-nine seconds, thirty seconds."

"Fire!"

Two Air-Space Camps respectively absorbed and exhaled the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi spanning over ten kilometers within a web of mysterious Array Patterns, strengthened by a Third-rank Killing Formation.

Amidst a terrifying roar, seventy-two missiles tore through the sea of clouds, heading towards the grimly ghostly Big array of the sect far away.

This was not the end.

"Fire!"

"Fire!!"

"..."

Jin Lingfeng gave the order without any hesitation.

Apart from the Air-Space Camp's monitoring, the remaining two camps launched waves of missiles, one after another, each enhanced by a Third-rank Military Formation, without pausing for a moment.

A total of ten rounds of missiles were fired.

The equivalent of a Golden Pill monk launching magic attacks twenty times!