Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 368 - 356: The Enemy’s Nemesis, My Hero

The sudden withdrawal of a Post-golden Alchemist’s battle prowess immediately had a tremendous impact on the battle situation.

"Expand!"

Cultivator Baimei’s eyes flashed with a sharp light as the broken stele in front of him suddenly enlarged to the size of a small mountain, shimmering in the seven colors of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder. With a howl, it descended from the sky with terrifying force, accompanied by various magic spells raining down.

The target,

was none other than Patriarch Du Jiang, who was entangled with Zhou Sanyan, surrounded by rolling poison fog and enveloped by thousands of corpses!

"No!"

In terror, Patriarch Du Jiang screamed. Biting the tip of his tongue, tasting the iron rust of blood in his mouth, he transformed into a vast mana and surged into his meridians, turning into a cloud of poison frantically trying to escape.

Crack!

The shadow of the Qiyu Sect’s inherited treasure, Seven Row Mountain Stele, loomed like a mountain peak, and even before it struck, a massive bolt of lightning cleaved down, shredding the poison cloud instantly and revealing the scorched and stiff Patriarch Du Jiang within.

Boom!

Before he could react, the true Seven-Line Stele crashed down, heavy as a mountain. The magic spells of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder cascaded down like flowing water, over and over, until the Vajra-like Law Body of the zombie was reduced to fragments that fell to the ground.

"He’s not dead."

Cultivator Baimei frowned but paid it no further attention. He pointed at the Seven-Line Stele, and mana surged out wildly, causing it to flicker and reappear in front of him.

Ding!

Two fearsome Rune Golden Spears emanating soul-destroying aura and splendid luminance, further connected to the Formation Method of the Three-Legged Copper Armored Chariot, arrived in an instant, piercing the Seven-Line Stele.

A piercing sound rang out, the body of the stele was unharmed, but the Spiritual Light of the magic on it dimmed slightly, unsteady and disturbed.

"Such pure mana!"

Cultivator Baimei’s face tightened as he stared at Immortal Tiankuang on the Three-Legged Copper Armored Chariot, "Truly the Golden Pill of a great Diabolism sect from the Northern Plains, the Liudao Sect."

Not far off, a Green Light flashed, revealing the terrified Patriarch Du Jiang, his face deathly pale.

The death of his life-bound poison corpse brought him a terrible backlash, greatly reducing his energy.

"Shangzong Envoy, save me!"

He howled in desperation.

"Can’t save you."

A Flame Mountain Magical Treasure, prepared for a long time, descended from the sky. The flames burned hot and golden, infused with incalculable mana, causing the air to scorch, creating transparent ripples, with an awe-inspiring presence.

"Die!"

Zhou Sanyan uttered a low command.

Boom!

Patriarch Du Jiang was directly struck by the Flame Mountain Magical Treasure. The hundreds of zombies encircling the area were utterly useless, turning to ash before even making contact with the mountain.

"Ah!"

Patriarch Du Jiang let out a miserable scream, and before he could do anything, his body was already crushed into pieces of grayish-white debris, continuously falling from the sky.

"Kill!"

Having just killed his longtime adversary, Zhou Sanyan didn’t even spare a glance in his direction. With a furious cry, the Flame Mountain Magical Treasure increased in size and crashed towards Immortal Tiankuang at the center. Roaring Flame Fire Dragons, spewing jets of pure flame, surged forth.

Ding!

A Rune Golden Spear, shrouded in brilliant Gold light, came piercing through, forcing the Flame Mountain Magical Treasure to retreat with a dimmed Spiritual Light.

Zhou Sanyan’s expression changed drastically.

All he felt was a surge of terrifyingly pure mana, and the Rune Golden Spear even carried a soul-destroying power that caused his Treasure to be battered and fragmented, with the Divine Sense Brand in excruciating pain.

If faced alone, he feared he would be dead in just a few moves, unable to escape!

But at this moment,

a ghastly Blood Knife, surrounded by tens of thousands of blood-red knife lights, soul-harvesting and spirit-crushing;

a stone stele exuding a terrifying aura, continuously generating magic of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder, endlessly flowing, its power fluctuating between that of a Nascent Treasure and a Top-grade Magic Treasure, and even stronger than the Blood Knife.

Both were Post-golden Alchemists, each dominating a territory, standing at the peak of their power, wielding thousands of years of Sect heritage, far from the weaker among their peers.

They both targeted Immortal Tiankuang on the Three-Legged Copper Armored Chariot!

All of this happened in an instant, and the battle situation greatly collapsed due to the sudden withdrawal of Chiyan Fox King.

"Wretched slave!"

"Damn wretched slave! Truly an inferior breed from a different race, ignorant and foolish!"

Immortal Tiankuang, without even looking at Patriarch Du Jiang, a fierce look flashed across his face as he instantly activated the restrictions placed in the depths of Chiyan Fox King’s Divine Soul.

"Ah!"

"Master, spare my life!"

Chiyan Fox King, dragging a crimson Escape Light and frantically moving towards the distance, screamed in agony, clutching at his head as veins bulged, suffering to the extreme, forced to stop.

"Come back!"

"Or die!"

Immortal Tiankuang coldly ordered, his words icy and indifferent, as if holding a foxhound by the leash, without a shred of pity.

Were it not for his severe injuries, he wouldn’t have feared the combined attack of two Post-golden Alchemists and one Middle Jindan Stage Cultivator, even if they were the accumulated talents of Yue Country and Chu Country over a thousand years, wielding Sect heritage as such.

But at this moment, that was not the case!

The Three-Legged Copper Armored Chariot spread out Array Patterns of gold. The three Rune Golden Spears, at the level of middle-grade Magic Treasures, were terrifying under the amplification of the Array Patterns, dazzling Gold light, soul-destroying and spirit-killing, their power far exceeding that of ordinary top-grade Magic Treasures.

Three Golden Pill Monks attacked indiscriminately, risking their lives. The Rune Golden Spears kept piercing, defending imperviously.

The Hua Xue Magical Blade, Seven-Line Stele, and Flame Mountain Magical Treasure struck time and again, and yet again, they were blocked by the Rune Golden Spears.

Bursts of spiritual light erupted, only to be extinguished.

"No!"

"That is the thief who slaughtered tens of thousands of my people, my sisters’ children!"

Chiyan Fox King suddenly turned around, her eyes cold green and blood red, the unique pupils of a wild beast, bereft of reason, "You imbecile from the Northern Plains! A mongrel easily slaughtered by a simple trap!"

"You try triggering the Spirit Soul Restrictions?"

"That man, he can annihilate my Demon Country, but can he kill you? You damn human race mongrels!"

She cursed wildly, making no attempt to disguise her hatred for the entire human race.

"Imbecile? Human race mongrel!"

Immortal Tiankuang’s face contorted with rage. Again and again, he suffered defiance, and he could no longer contain his fury, "You lowly fox cur!"

He viciously triggered the Spirit Soul Restrictions once more.

"Ah!"

The Spirit Soul Restrictions of the Liudao Sect were unparalleled in mystery, directly affecting the core of the Divine Soul. The Chiyan Fox King was completely unable to resist and screamed again in agony, a look of deep resentment spreading across her face.

"Kill one of them, and I’ll set you free!"

Immortal Tiankuang said coldly.

"Fine!"

The Chiyan Fox King’s face was ice-cold, and with a light utterance, her three fluffy tails swayed.

Screech!

A lifelike Vermilion Bird flew out from her mouth, instantly growing to dozens of meters in size. With a piercing screech, its formidable and searing presence descended upon the battlefield.

Indisputably the strength of a Post-golden Alchemist!

"Damn Desolator!"

Mu Tiansnow cursed, forced to divert a portion of the Blood River to meet the assault.

Cultivator Baimei and Zhou Sanyan were in the same boat.

Under this impact, the Hua Xue Magical Blade, Flame Mountain, and Seven-Line Stele assaulting the Rune Golden Spear immediately showed signs of breaking free and retaliating. Fearsomely powerful, even when ambushed and severely injured, they were still capable of taking on multiple foes.

"Excellent!"

Immortal Tiankuang revealed a trace of joy, "I always keep my promises, just as long as you..."

Boom!

The Flame Vermilion Bird streaked across the sky, descended, and smashed onto Immortal Tiankuang, who was caught off guard. His gold light shield was shattered instantly, and amidst a huge explosion and thunderous noise, he spat out blood and was blown hundreds of meters away along with his Three-Legged Copper Armored Chariot.

"Have you gone mad?!!"

Immortal Tiankuang, heartsick with rage and filled with murderous intent, looked towards the distant Fox Monster. Just as he was about to trigger the Spirit Soul for a severe lesson, he froze.

In those bloody and eerie green beastly pupils, there was no longer the seductiveness of the past, only madness and the desire to kill.

"You imbecile from the Northern Plains."

"Listen well."

The Chiyan Fox King enunciated each word, "I’ll say it once more, either trigger the Spirit Soul Restrictions, or release the Spirit Soul Restrictions and let me leave to stop that Sword Cultivator for you."

"You baseborn swine, relying solely on your surname for cultivation until today!"

"Do you understand?"

During this moment of vulnerability, the Hua Xue Magical Blade, Seven-Line Stele, and Flame Mountain Treasure launched a frenzied siege. The three Rune Golden Spears’ spiritual light rapidly dimmed.

If this continued...

For some reason, a chill went down Immortal Tiankuang’s spine.

The nearly irrational anger was swept away, replaced by panic and trembling in the face of life and death, his temper not as explosive as he thought.

"Get lost!"

Immortal Tiankuang had no intention of lifting the restrictions and said coldly.

"Haha!"

"You human race imbecile from the Northern Plains!"

The Chiyan Fox King laughed maniacally and, without dwelling on the issue, her crimson and eerie green pupils fixed on the distance as she left with a fiery red escape light, carrying a head full of rampant murderous intent.

...

"Here it comes."

Over a hundred kilometers away, Jiang Ding’s expression was indifferent.

He didn’t want to fight alongside Mu Tiansnow, Zhou Sanyan, and the others.

There was no other reason but distrust. During battle, having to slay the enemy and spare a portion of mana and Divine Sense to guard against one’s own allies was too exhausting.

He took out a jade box and casually opened it.

"...spare... spare my life..."

The thumb-sized Peacock Demon King awoke in terror, displaying a look of pleading, weak and helpless, no sign of a great demon with wings spreading across the sky and a terrifying might capable of devouring a city in one gulp.

"Did you spare others?"

Jiang Ding’s Sword Qi erupted, and he casually crushed the Divine Soul of the Peacock Demon King along with the jade box into dust.

In the distance,

the clouds were scarlet and searing, carrying the scorching hatred as they approached.