Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"My sword is still not strong enough..."

Amidst the surging Black Wind from all directions, Jiang Ding whispered.

Though the Spatial Bone-Eroding Black Wind's power was strange and contained some kind of extremely penetrating alien spatial force, it still couldn't match the Sword Intent of Destruction; under a single strike, ninety-nine percent was obliterated, nearly extinct.

However, the body being too fragile, the remaining one percent was barely bearable, creating a weakness.

"Die!"

"Die for me!"

The Divine Crow Immortal's previously hidden concerns about the Hei Clan's future destiny and worries for his own life now exploded out in full. Maintaining his sanity, he crazily vented his emotions, brutally saying, "You lowly loose cultivator, having some luck on the Sword Dao, think you can challenge the naturally born immortal species of the Northern Plains!"

"All of the Northern Plains belong to the ancestral bloodline."

"It was in the past, it is now, and it will be in the future!"

"All of you, dreaming of overthrowing, are delusionally foolish! You must die!"

"Delusional?"

Jiang Ding, within the Bone-Eroding Black Wind, raised his head and looked at him, seemingly without any worry.

Clang!

Amidst the tens of thousands of shadows and knife blades formed from black feathers, those already suppressed and wilting blue-gold sword energies, whose numbers were rapidly dwindling, suddenly shone brightly, exploding unexpectedly in the realm of impossibility, piercing through the spiritual energy nodes occupied by black feather blade after blade.

So effortlessly unbelievable!

Just like the rise of the Great Sun or the flow of rivers, it was so naturally inevitable.

With the sudden seizing of many spiritual energy nodes, the domain spanning tens of kilometers and the Thousand Black Feather Kill Formation on top of it became like rootless trees on a beach, collapsing thunderously; the pervasive black fog that obscured Divine Sense and sight lost its foundation of existence and vanished piece by piece.

The imminent Spatial Bone-Eroding Black Wind that was about to brush against the body and grind the soul to Broken Bone trembled unstoppably, suddenly collapsed, and turned into a gentle breeze, causing strands of black hair to flutter.

"Pfft!"

"No..."

The sudden breaking of the formation method resulted in the Divine Crow Immortal suffering a terrible backlash; he spat out blood and retreated, his internal organs shredding into pieces of blood mist, his aura plummeted once more, and his figure swayed unsteadily.

The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed softly, vibrating, and began to smell the scent of Nascent Soul blood.

"Impossible!"

The Divine Crow Immortal's face turned deathly pale: "I had control of all the array nodes; it's impossible for them to be so easily taken from me. What demon magic is this?!"

"Demon magic?"

"It's not demon magic; it's just that your Formation Dao is too weak,"

Pressing his hand on the sword hilt, Jiang Ding slowly gathered momentum, slowly unsheathed it, and indifferently said, "You don't even have the level of a lower-grade fourth-rank, just wavering around quasi-fourth-rank, only able to do anything with the help of treasures nurtured over many years."

"Just like that gaudy golden statue, utterly meaningless."

"Who gave you the confidence to use such a clumsy and poor formation before me?"

Clang!

Clang, clang!

Within the tens of kilometers, the radiance of the countless blue-gold sword energies suddenly intensified; sword cries clanged loudly, shattering the surrounding black feather blades, and took complete control of all nearby spiritual energy nodes. Like a tsunami, they swallowed and spouted the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi from all directions, rushing in, merging into the sword energies.

Array Patterns spontaneously formed, doubling the might of the Sword Formation!

The Divine Crow Immortal's previous efforts were completely usurped, turning into fertiliser for this brand new Sword Formation, a bridal gown!

Sizzling...

As the Spiritual Energy storm poured down, streaks of lightning surged, and thunder rolled out everywhere; surrounded by array patterns, the area for tens of miles became an ocean of thunderous Sword Qi.

An enormous and frenzied power was rapidly forming, continuously converging into the hands of the green-robed young man who was slowly drawing the sword at the center of the Sword Formation.

Fourth-rank Formation, Ten Thousand Magnetic Thunder Cloud Formation!

This technique, which he had pondered for over a hundred years and mastered thoroughly, was effortlessly transformed into a Sword Formation in his hands!

"Slash!"

Jiang Ding murmured, and the sword in his hand finally reached its limit; he swung it out, turning into endless dazzling thunder roars slashing down at the target!

The speed of the Flying Sword was inherently exceptional; buoyed by the Ten Thousand Magnetic Thunder Cloud Sword Formation, it became terrifyingly fast; almost as soon as it was struck, it hit its mark with no time or space allowed for the Nascent Soul Monk to dodge.

"Formation Dao?"

"With such skills in Formation Dao! You are not a Loose Cultivator, you hail from the East Sea!"

Divine Crow Immortal was almost terrified as he looked at the young man in green clothes in the distance and the countless thunderous Array Patterns that sprang up around him in the blink of an eye.

It seemed as though he was slowly drawing his sword, giving his enemy ample time to respond, but in reality, it was just an illusion under the Divine Sense amidst the thunder.

In just a moment,

everything had taken shape, beyond redemption.

All of a sudden, the Thousand Black Feather Kill Formation was broken, and a new, stronger thunderous Sword Formation emerged. He felt a life and death crisis that he rarely encountered even on the battlefields of the Great Sun Sect, his Divine Soul trembled ceaselessly, falling into a deathly silence.

"Kill!"

A thousand years of battle, a thousand years of tempering had not been spent in vain, the premonition of life and death did not cause him to lose his sanity, but rather made him more clear-headed and rational, his tumultuous heart ice-cold.

"True Crow Heavenly Fire!"

Divine Crow Immortal lay prone, his body hazy as he suddenly transformed into a vast Heavenly Black Crow, no longer bearing any human form, his eyes indifferent, a crown of flames on his head burning fiercely as if a demon god that once dominated the seas and the starry sky in ancient times had descended upon the earth again, causing an involuntary shiver.

Cangyan Golden Crow!

This was the origin of the bloodline cultivation methods of the Hei Clan, the name of that demon god, bestowed by that invincible being of ten millennia ago, who had slain a Demon Race Heavenly Monarch, stripped its Essence Blood, and integrated it into one of his own progeny, becoming their foundation.

The Cangyan Golden Crow, whose Cangyan True Fire was said to be able to burn through world barriers and slaughter Divinity Transformations, had throughout history in many eras served as the divine ruler of the Demon Race over the world.

Now, under the threat to his life, Divine Crow Immortal burned his Essence Blood; the crown of fire on his head fluctuated, suddenly turned into a fiery lotus departing from his head, leisurely rotating, and flew slowly towards the approaching thunderous sword.

Just like the thunderous light, it was wrapped in a terrible force that spread outwards, creating an illusion of sight and Divine Sense!

In reality, within Jiang Ding's perception, the space around this fiery lotus was frozen, shrouded by a stronger power, hardened by hundreds of times, such that even the gathered force of the entire Sword Formation, coupled with the supreme Law-Breaking sharpness of the Taiqing Flying Sword, failed to slice through the space, and could only approach slowly, steadily, and inexorably.

The two were steadily getting closer.

Gradually making contact.

Divine Crow Immortal stared deathly at the Blue-Gold Flying Sword.

Cangyan True Fire, and then the Black Crow True Fire of the Hei Clan, such fire was extremely terrifying. In history, there was a peak-level Nascent Treasure that was entwined by it, turning into a pile of scrap metal, with all Array Patterns completely worn away.

He had absolute confidence that this somewhat peculiar-looking Flying Sword was no exception.

Once the Flying Sword was shattered, the Sword Cultivator too would die, a death without battle!

Sizzling...

A red lotus flame, a rapidly approaching thunderous Flying Sword, the two made contact under a steady gaze, the lotus flame wavered, a thunderous explosion washed out a circle of waves several dozen feet wide, dissolving a large part of the space within the area, revealing the dark void.

In another instant, the thunder collapsed, unable to withstand it, drifting apart sparsely, a small part of the red lotus flame remained, wrapping up along the Bluegold sword body, engulfing everything.

"Done."

Divine Crow Immortal exhaled softly, straightened his body, and completely relaxed.

Without a Nascent Treasure,

it was impossible to touch True Crow Heavenly Fire without any protection and still survive!

This was the assessment of the many ancestors of the Hei Clan, even that invincible progenitor—it's possible to avoid it in advance or shatter it with a large amount of Sword Qi,

but it couldn't be directly touched!

Cangyan True Fire burns everything!

Immediately afterward, the body of Divine Crow Immortal stiffened and trembled incessantly.

As he watched wide-eyed, the Cangyan True Fire that had already engulfed the entire Bluegold sword body flickered and extinguished.

Extinguished.

Gone.

As naturally as flames touch ice, it simply snuffed out.

Leaving no impact whatsoever.

"Monster!"

"A monster's sword!"

Divine Crow Immortal roared in anger, without any hesitation, he instantly burned most of his Essence Blood, his body eerily shrank, his wings spread, and he frantically fled towards the distant Beast Spirit Immortal City, his clan's stronghold.

Behind him, the space was hazy.

A terrifying silver-white battleship broke free from the deepest spaces, the hundred-meter-wide cannon's azure glow began to flicker, gathering the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi.