Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"World War II artillery?!"

"Does it look a bit like that?"

Jin Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, somewhat disbelieving.

"It's World War II artillery! My God!"

"Such ancient things stopped the heavy artillery barrage of the Xianmen Sect? Damn, that scared the hell out of me."

Jin Chengkong, Xue Xi, and other Golden Pill Monks cursed loudly.

They heaved a sigh of relief, their tension easing.

Although they had been scolding their subordinates just now, in fact, it was their Golden Pill cultivator avatars who were most alarmed, understanding the terrible consequences of the technological advancements in Xuanwu tiangong's formation methods.

The history of the mother planet falling, with cultivators suffering ninety-nine percent casualties, could very well repeat itself.

"Such outdated mortal weapons."

"How did they do it?"

Jin Lingfeng, Xue Xi, and other officers enlarged the footage frame by frame for a detailed observation and then convened a group of officers for a discussion, gradually coming to a conclusion.

"There's no advancement in formation method technology."

The Chief of Staff, An Siyan, summed up everyone's discussion results and said, "It's just that after the armor-piercing bullets of the Xianmen Sect leave the thirty-kilometer interference range, they're only equivalent to enhanced versions of ordinary shells that have been disturbed by powerful kinetic energy, exploding before reaching their intended target."

"It's that simple."

"These World War II artillery pieces are very fragile, made of ordinary steel, and a single explosive shell with sharp magic could destroy tens or hundreds of artillery pieces, it's just..."

An Siyan pondered in his heart for a moment, frowning.

"We've just calculated the coordinates of these artillery pieces, let's give it a try, fire ten volleys."

Jin Lingfeng finally decided.

No one else raised any objection.

Boom!

Millions of tanks didn't even need to adjust their barrels, just fired directly, over and over again, the sky filled with continuous armor-piercing shell groups stretching for tens of kilometers.

Boom!

The Xuanwu Four-polar Boundary Array's light flickered, slightly delaying the armor-piercing shell group, and then, a large number of World War II artillery shells arrived instantaneously, shattering most of the attack kinetic energy of the tank armor-piercing shells.

"That's right."

An Siyan sighed, "These World War II artillery pieces are very fragile, in the outside world, there is nothing that can protect them, not even a group of Golden Pill cultivators, it just turns them into targets.

But inside a powerful formation like the Xuanwu Four-polar Boundary Array, those huge flaws are concealed."

"Has Xianmen Sect never encountered such a situation before?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"No."

Jin Chengkong, the commander of the Second Group Army with the most war experience, shook his head, "Normally when we face such powerful fixed formations, we first bombard them with artillery, and if that fails, we use nuclear bombs, if tactical nuclear bombs don't work, we resort to forbidden nuclear weapons, always like this, with no difficulty."

"The difficulty lies in how to approach the target."

"But this time..."

He showed an expression of difficulty.

Many officers had no solution, and after a long discussion, they still had no plan.

This was a war precedent beyond the scope of the military textbooks of the Immortal Sect Army, with no historical battles to draw lessons from.

"Use third-tier tactical nuclear bombs."

Jiang Ding ordered, "Let's start with eight to test the so-called limits of the Spirit Fusion Forbidden Treasure in the Xuanwu tiangong."

According to the organization, each group army carried four third-tier tactical nuclear bombs, which totaled only sixteen, so using half at once was a big step.

"Eight?... Yes, sir!"

Jin Lingfeng and the others were taken aback.

You look at me, I look at you, with no other options, they nodded in agreement.

...

"This plan is feasible!"

Xiang Jia clenched his fist tightly, excitement evident between his brows.

"Congratulations, Daoist disciple."

People around complimented, "Under the circumstances of the other two Daoist disciples having fallen in battle, you have firmly held the Southern Boundary Formation, preventing it from falling into the hands of the Eastern Devil School, which will surely be a great achievement."

"Many elders have witnessed this and taken it to heart, and your promotion to a Daoist disciple is very likely in the future."

"Haha!"

Xiang Jia had been living in a state of panic for days, haunted by the image of his body being pierced by a blue-gold sword-light each time he closed his eyes.

Now, feeling somewhat relaxed, he laughed out loud, "I'm afraid that won't do. I'm far behind the Xuanwu Daoist, and I probably need to slay the Dari Swordsman to have a chance of becoming..."

Whoosh!

Whoosh, whoosh!

In the sky, suddenly, eight dazzling golden suns rose, spreading terrorizing waves of law-breaking and magic-annihilating forces hundreds of kilometers away before plummeting toward the thirty-six heavenly pillars.

"Sun Extinguisher Prohibited Treasures... eight of them!"

The faces of many Xuanwu Foundation-building cultivators turned deathly pale, their scalps tingled, and they felt chilled to the bone.

"What's there to panic about!"

Xiang Jia took a deep breath, opened his storage bag, and eight coffin boxes sealed layer upon layer sensed the destructive aura from the outside. A pitch-black light spread, and the coffin boxes dissolved instantly, leaving not a trace behind.

Eight spheres of pitch-black light expanded, and within them, dense curses and hatred spread in all directions. The sky for tens of kilometers turned black as night, filled with the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.

Many Foundation-building cultivators trembled in their divine souls, trapped in dark illusions where, vaguely, they could hear the resentful wails and hatred of countless souls. A single strand of this resentment could melt the divine soul of a Golden Pill Monk.

Screech!

Then, amidst a piercing screech, the eight spheres of pitch-black light hovered with no other target in sight, speeding straight toward the eight dazzling golden suns radiating with a destructive aura.

Jiang Ding silently watched the sky.

Enveloped in the Magic Arts-Annihilation Aura of eight tactical nukes, his mana and divine soul did not freeze. On the contrary, they became more lively, almost as if he had returned home, feeling warm and cozy.

The eight dazzling golden suns drifted away, flying towards the thirty-six array bases of the Xuanwu Four-polar Boundary Array, getting closer to the Spirit Fusion Forbidden Treasure of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

The Magic Arts-Annihilation Aura drifted away.

"It seems that I might have a chance to shatter these eight Spirit Fusion Forbidden Treasures?"

Jiang Ding felt a twinge of discomfort in his heart, as the idea came to him.

Then he shivered.

"No!"

"The blast radius of a tactical nuclear explosion is thirty kilometers, my Sword Intent has an effective attack range of ten kilometers. If unsuccessful, it's still fine, but if successful and eight tactical nukes explode at once..."

Jiang Ding imagined the scene, and a chill ran down his spine.

Sizzle...

As the eight golden suns with a destructive aura collided with the eight black halos, no explosion occurred. Silently, with just a sizzling sound, the sky turned a muted gray, devoid of any light.

After a few breaths, everything vanished without a trace.

A clear sky for thousands of miles.

"No effect."

"What do we do now?"

Jin Lingfeng and the others felt their spirits sink, facing a thorny issue, "Could it be that this invasion war has come to an end, waiting for the Immortal Sect to innovate their tactical nuclear weapons for the next time?"

At a loss.

After a while.

"That..."

Someone hesitated for a moment before asking, "How did the Great Sun Sword Pavilion deal with such situations back in the day?"

"Great Sun Sword Pavilion?"

Jin Lingfeng was startled, replied subconsciously, "What else could that group of sword madmen do? The Dari Swordsman led a massive number of Sword Intent Sword Cultivators to charge head-on; if they failed, they would simply die."

Everyone was stunned.

A voice rang in their ears.

"All units, advance slowly and approach within thirty kilometers of the Black Tortoise Boundary Array."

"There's no need to worry."

Jiang Ding said indifferently, "Inside the Desolate Bronze Small World, even if the Xuanwu Daoist himself came, it would just mean one more dog under my sword, with no change to the situation."

"Move out."

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!"

Jin Lingfeng and the others felt their blood boil, reaching their hearts, and they roared in unison.

The tank flood roared as it advanced.

Charging toward the final core of the southern Black Tortoise Boundary Array, unstoppable.