Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 98 - 91 Carpet Bombing_1

After surviving the attack, Qian Tongyi looked at the Qi Practicing Level 8 Black Cloud Peak cultivator, who had fallen into the flames and ashes, with utter shock and fear.

How could a mortal be so powerful?

Simply because he was a mortal from the Xianmen Sect?

"Kill!"

Qian Tongyi quickly recovered his senses and commanded his Flying Sword to slash at the remaining Mid-term Qi Practicing Black Cloud Peak cultivator. Flashes of Sword-light swiftly decapitated one after just a few strikes.

The Divine Sense and mana of a Late-stage Qi Practitioner had already undergone subtle qualitative changes—beyond the comparison with the early or middle-stage cultivators.

After a short resistance,

the Black Cloud Peak cultivators scattered and fled in all directions.

Qian Tongyi’s face showed disdain as he prepared to pursue them, but then he heard a new order.

His expression suddenly changed, and he dared not ignore it.

He stopped in his tracks, called out to a subordinate, and fled to the rear without looking back.

Thousands of meters away, Jiang Ding’s footsteps never slowed; if anything, he ran even faster.

Model 62 training tanks, equipped with a 100 mm Magic Tool main gun, had an effective range of seventy kilometers, of which the three to thirty kilometer range was the ’interference area’ for the Practicing Qi monks of the Xianmen Sect.

The so-called ’interference area’ refers to the range within which cultivators could use their mana and Divine Sense to perform ’minor adjustments’ to specially made tank shells, correcting their precision and providing slight guidance. This was known as the ’Electromagnetic Magical Technique’.

Besides that, ’Affixing Magic’ could temporarily endow the shells with Breaking Law, Concealment, Acceleration, and other temporary enchantments.

The effective range of interference for the Electromagnetic Magical Technique and the effects and range of the Affixing Magic depended on the cultivation base and magic cultivation of the Xianmen cultivators, but their maximum limit typically did not exceed thirty kilometers.

Beyond thirty kilometers, the fired tank shells would be uncontrollable—but their inherent firing range would not change!

The effective firing range of a tank gun was seventy kilometers!

Within this distance, the shells could achieve a precision of about one meter.

If they were more than seventy kilometers away from the No.7 High School encampment, it would be fine. If they were within seventy kilometers, however, they would be entering the firing range of more than twenty 100 mm Magic Tool tanks...

Whoosh whoosh!

There was no sound—Jiang Ding auto-imagined the noise in his mind when he saw the white trails of the shells breaking through the air in the drone footage, and his face immediately turned pale.

"Get down! Stay as close to the ground as possible, make your body as small as you can!"

Jiang Ding bellowed, curled up tightly, and leapt behind a large rock with his head tucked toward his knees.

If it weren’t for those in Canghai Small World who were openly rebelling, they would not teach their disciples how to deal with Immortal Sect weapons, and thus their disciples would lack such knowledge.

Qian Tongyi, hearing the usually calm voice filled with panic, realized something was wrong. He quickly passed the message to his subordinates without concern for their reactions. His body flickered with a dull yellow magical glow, and he even managed to bury his entire body one or two meters into the ground.

The other subordinates reacted differently—some immediately did the same, huddling down in groups, others sped up to flee, and some ignored it altogether, strengthening their magical shields. Without prior training, they could not precisely understand what to do in such a short amount of time.

Within a single breath, more than twenty small black dots flew several dozen meters high near the area where Jiang Jinxian died. They were spaced several hundred meters apart and exploded with a deafening roar!

The terrifying shockwave, together with countless Broken Method Steel Fragments, swept across several thousand meters, leveling the central area to the ground, shattering the earth and stone, and turning the vegetation into crumb powder.

Even several thousand meters away, there were intermittent sounds of densely packed Broken Method Steel Fragments striking and breaking big trees, then blasting them apart.

Following the bombardment of more than twenty howitzers, the smoke was dense, and the forest within several thousand meters was in complete disarray.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the second round of artillery fire did not come.

The number of shells was limited, and delivering such a round of artillery fire to a few enemies was already a luxury.

A small mound of earth and shattered wood shifted, revealing a ghastly white arm. It weakly groped around a bit, then staggered to its feet.

"Fuck! That truly was ruthless, and your Taoist Soldiers haven’t even left yet..."

Jiang Ding spat out some dirt and weeds, cursing angrily.

His situation was extremely pitiful now, with blood on his forehead and face, and the most terrifying sight was his two broken arms that had been protecting his head, taking on bizarre shapes and limply hanging by his sides.

His Inner Energy spontaneously flowed towards his injuries to no avail, as the meridians, along with the bones, were all broken, and waves of intense pain washed over him.

Jiang Ding forcefully suppressed any thoughts of suicide to relieve the pain, looked over the ravaged forest with a grimace, and decided to wait a bit longer.

The ground bulged slightly, and Qian Tongyi leapt out, his face as pale as death, his Spiritual Light faded, and his single mid-grade defensive Magic Tool, the Liyun Shield, had been pierced through the center by a Broken Method Steel Fragment, completely destroyed.

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There was a meter or two of soil blocking the way, which luckily deviated the trajectory slightly, preventing his body from being pierced through.

After waiting a while, three Liyun Sect cultivators with varying injuries crawled out of the soil, all looking shocked and greatly drained of their mana.

These were the only survivors.

If this had been a standard operation, infantry would be advancing at this moment, and none would escape.

"Let’s go."

Jiang Ding, with his sword held in his mouth and carrying an anti-materiel sniper rifle, hobbled towards the rear, no longer able to remain invisible.

As for seeking treatment from the Liyun Sect cultivators,

honestly, he didn’t quite trust them—both their capabilities and their allegiances.

"Yes, Immortal envoy!"

Qian Tongyi and the four other cultivators replied respectfully.

They hid the trace of hatred in the depths of their eyes exceedingly well, spreading out in a fan formation around Jiang Ding, who had lost his ability to hide and defend himself.

After so many years living, cultivating, and fighting together, they had long become close as brothers.

In such a short time, seven of them had died, merely pawns in the games between the cultivators of the Immortal Sects. They couldn’t even reclaim the bodies. How tragic was that?

After running wildly for more than twenty kilometers, Jiang Ding felt he was on his last breath. He instructed Qian Tongyi and the others to use Divine Sense to find a cave to hide in.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, silently regulating his breath, trying his best to prevent his injuries from worsening before rescue arrived.

He had already transmitted the battle data back and requested for rescue.

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Hours later, swarms of drones performed reconnaissance towards the direction from which the artillery fire had come. Given the intensity of the shelling, the No.7 High School’s camp must be in that direction unless they had fled.

Better if they had fled.

On the ground, four squads of Liyun Taoist Soldiers repeatedly searched the area to ensure safety, while the tank infantry’s radar kept scanning.

Only after several passes did the rumbling of tank engines grow nearer.

"Jiang Ding, you really are in bad shape!"

Hua Bing stepped into the cave, clicking his tongue in wonder and somewhat in admiration.

The man before him had both arms broken, beads of cold sweat occasionally appearing on his forehead. Yet he still maintained the standard cultivation posture of sitting cross-legged, with a steel sword held in his mouth.

"Hurry up and save me!"

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and cursed.

For heaven’s sake, it was an awful time for jokes—he was in excruciating pain.

"Alright."

Hua Bing chuckled, placing his hand on Jiang Ding’s shoulder, and a pale green light flowed into him.

Minor Rejuvenation Technique!

Though many sects possessed this magic, the name and principle were the only common factors; their effectiveness varied greatly.

Jiang Ding only felt a warm power surge into his body, particularly at the sites of his broken arms. An external force was aligning the broken bones, reducing the swelling, killing bacteria, cleaning the pus, and most importantly, repairing the connected meridians.

Half an hour later, Hua Bing withdrew his arm.

"Thank you."

Jiang Ding exhaled slowly and closed his eyes for an extended inner view.

The main twelve meridians and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were now connected. The larger, thicker meridians were also intact. Only the tiny capillary meridians that were broken remained so, and there was nothing to be done about them.

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"If this weren’t the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm, that attack would have ended my journey towards immortality," he said, still shaken.

At the same time, having confirmed the direction, a relentless flow of information about the No.7 High School camp kept flowing back, thanks to the sacrifices of unmanned aerial drones.

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