Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the high sky.

A tiny black dot emerged from mid-air, no larger than half the size of a boy.

Destructive, forbidden waves spread in all directions, wiping out ripples upon ripples. Mana and Spiritual Power became unbearably stagnant, slow as ants crawling.

Within several tens of kilometers, the traces of Foundation-building cultivators were revealed, whether they were crawling, flying low, or hidden beneath the earth's crust—all struggling to move their Mana, like birds trapped in gel.

Especially five True Disciples six kilometers away, whose auras were extraordinarily powerful!

"Magic Arts-Annihilation Instruments!"

The five young men with large ears screamed at the top of their lungs.

It was as if the Eastern Devil School had seen a ghost!

Third-Order Magic Arts-Annihilation Instruments were so precious that they could obliterate more than a dozen at the Golden Pill Peak, with the user also perishing. It was inconceivable that such precious objects were present in every direction!

Without any hesitation,

they turned and fled.

"Stand your ground!"

"Attack! Anyone who tries to leave will be immediately detonated with the ban in their body, and in addition to dying, we will hold your entire family accountable!"

"If you push forward and fight, there may still be a glimmer of hope!"

While fleeing, they issued the most severe and cold-hearted orders, no longer speaking of the face of brothers, nor did they care whether any among these many disciples had extraordinary backgrounds.

They also unleashed a nearly endless tide of zombies and evil spirits, targeting all cultivators from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Senior Brother, no!"

"My father is a Nascent Soul real person..."

Countless Foundation-building cultivators from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cursed angrily, ignoring them and continuing to flee.

If this were a few thousand years ago, when they first encountered the cultivators from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, they would have already won.

Unfortunately...

"You're courting death!"

The large-eared young man's face twisted with cruelty, and without any hesitance, he triggered the life-and-death ban of his subordinate Foundation-builders. Their blood surged, Mana went haywire, and their bodies were on the verge of bursting.

"Xia Wenren, damn your ancestors!"

Some Foundation-building cultivators cursed, reduced to no different than mortals in the face of life and death, and were forced to stop fleeing.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and even the five True Disciples had only escaped a distance of less than twenty meters.

"Honorable True Disciples of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace!"

An Siyan coldly shouted without ordering the nuclear bomb to stop being unsealed. The increasingly terrifying nuclear weapon fluctuations caused the five True Disciples to stiffen, forcing them to stop and look back.

"This is still not enough!"

"Evacuate everyone! I will stop unsealing the tactical nuclear weapons!"

"You don't want to die, and we don't want to die either!"

In the world of cultivation,

the highest order is everything!

The combined value of hundreds of Foundation-builders and five True Disciples did not compare to a trump card that could threaten Golden Pill cultivators!

The faces of Xia Wenren and others were cloudy and uncertain.

"Fire!"

An Siyan didn't care about anything and summoned artillery barrages to relentlessly bombard all the exposed Foundation-building cultivators. Each True Disciple was chased by more than a thousand armor-piercing bullets.

Bang, Bang, Bang! The machine gunners fired continuously, never daring to release the trigger, spitting out tongues of fire, cutting off the relentless flood of zombies and ghosts.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Wave after wave of armor-piercing bullets fired, and every moment, Foundation-building cultivators died.

"Go attack! Otherwise, you die!"

At that moment, a cold hum came from far away. The Mana began to boil and self-detonate, frightening the five men as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The Substitute Daoist Master,

Xia Houding!

To advance meant death, and to retreat was no different.

No one would doubt the resolve of a Substitute Daoist Master!

"Kill!"

In the end, four True Disciples and most of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Disciples chose to launch an offense backward, with their Escape Light as swift as lightning. Whether burrowing through the earth or soaring through the air, or swiftly dodging, they charged into the heart of the steel army with a fierce killing aura, disregarding the deaths of Foundation-building cultivators constantly occurring around them.

Those who ignored the warnings and continued to flee backward were mostly quite confident in themselves, boasting extraordinary backgrounds, and believed that even a Substitute Daoist Master would not dare to offend so many people.

Bang, Bang, Bang!

They guessed wrong.

Triggered personally by Xia Houding, the forbidden restrictions set by the Sect's high-level officials exploded, and countless bodies burst into pieces, with at least one-fifth of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Disciples dying by their own Sect's hand.

Xia Houding's face was expressionless from his hidden vantage.

At this moment, so much resentment was directed at him, that if he did not bravely and vigorously advance his Cultivation Base and continued to be valued by the high-level officials of the Heavenly Palace, he would not know which day he might perish in some dark corner, unnoticed.

"Damn it all…"

An Siyan's expression was bleak as he abandoned the last sliver of hope to stop the unsealing of the nuclear bomb.

Cultivators Foundation Establishment from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace kept dying, but they seemed insane, charging like the line infantry of World War I, withstanding cannon fire with their flesh and blood. The deaths of their companions beside them didn't even warrant a glance.

And they kept maneuvering, kept defending, kept hiding, sometimes withstanding dozens of Armor Piercing Bullets without dying. In terms of survivability, they were much stronger than the line infantry of World War I!

"You ants, die!"

"Why do you all not wish to die swiftly?!"

"Why attempt the impossible!"

Soon, a Foundation-building cultivator broke into the range of two kilometers, his face twisted with frenzy. Tiny earth spikes and fireballs, under the guidance of Divine Sense, flew in all directions towards mortals and Qi Practitioners, with countless blooms of blood exploding on the ground.

This scene kept recurring, and the casualties quickly reached tens of thousands and were swiftly increasing.

Before the Foundation-building cultivators, Xianmen Warriors and Qi Practitioners were as fragile as snowflakes in the sunlight.

"Farewell, this world."

An Siyan said, not reconciled.

Boom!

Endless light, endless heat!

A terrifying explosion occurred here, a dreadful roar shaking hundreds of kilometers. A mushroom cloud ascended, a scorching heat wave spread, and the black light of Annihilation Method illuminated everything within several tens of kilometers repeatedly.

An Siyan's body stiffened for an instant and turned to dust, blowing away with the wind.

Her classmates suffered the same fate, thousands upon thousands of Qi Practitioners and warriors turned to ash, and nearby tanks and heavy machine guns all melted into molten metal.

"No!"

"Why did I come to this Small World!"

The Foundation-building cultivators within thirty kilometers howled in agony, their faces filled with despair. No longer caring about anything, they fled en masse in panic.

But they were not much stronger than the Qi Practitioners and mortals of the Xianmen Sect, turning to ash simultaneously.

The cultivators on the outermost edge didn't fare much better. The black lines of light, like twisted worms, instantly wrapped around them. The sizzling sounds of corrosion began, and in moments, the cultivators were covered in festering wounds as both their Mana and Divine Soul decayed together.

The five True Disciples were somewhat stronger than the others. They struggled longer and barely managed to crawl out of the thirty-kilometer absolute death zone.

"Save, save…"

The youth with big ears, his body covered in boils and his six-sided golden armor shattered, looked around with hope, yet found nothing.

A few breaths later,

he died.

The area where Jiang Ding was once located, over thirty kilometers from the nuclear explosion radius.

"Cough cough…"

"They died, they fled?"

The bronze-skinned Xia Houding did not glance at the big-eared youth as he dragged his sickly body, slowly pacing the edge of the battlefield tainted with Magic Arts-Annihilation Toxicity. His Divine Sense scanned each area bit by bit.

It wasn't going smoothly.

Everywhere was filled with the presence of Magic Arts-Annihilation Toxicity. His usually fluid Divine Sense stumbled here, occasionally encountering black spots and blurry areas. After scanning for too long, even his Divine Sense felt the pain of being slashed.

He was patient, having searched here for a long time, for five or six hours.

Until the message of another force's approach came from afar.

His expression subtly changed, and he swiftly left the place.