Chapter 181: The Power of Tactical Nuclear Weapons (Renamed)

In the high sky,

A small black dot emerged from the semi-spatial state, small, no more than half the size of a boy.

The terrifying fluctuations of destruction and law-breaking spread in all directions, rippling in circles, making magic power and spiritual power stagnant, slow as ants crawling.

Within a range of dozens of kilometers, Foundation Establishment cultivators who were crawling, flying at low altitude, or hiding in underground soil layers revealed their traces, each with stagnant magic power, like birds flying into gel.

Especially the five exceptionally powerful true disciples six kilometers away!

"Law-breaking Dao weapon!"

The big-eared youth and the other four screamed.

The Eastern Pole Demon Gate was simply seeing a ghost!

How precious a Tier 3 law-breaking Dao weapon was, enough to bomb and kill over a dozen peak Golden Core cultivators, and they would all die; such precious things actually existed in every direction, simply unreasonable!

Without hesitation,

They turned and fled.

"Defend to the death!"

"Attack! Those who attempt to leave will be immediately detonated by the restrictions in their bodies, and upon death, their entire clan will be pursued!"

"Go forward and fight, there is still a glimmer of hope!"

While fleeing, they issued the most severe and cold orders, no longer caring about any senior-junior face, nor caring whether there were people with heaven-reaching backgrounds among so many disciples.

They even released almost endless zombie and ghost waves, killing all non-Profound Martial Heaven Palace cultivators; looking at it, there was no end in sight.

"Senior brother, no!"

"My father is a Nascent Soul True Person..."

Countless Profound Martial Heaven Palace Foundation Establishment cultivators cursed, but no one paid attention, and they also fled toward the outside.

If it were several thousand years ago, during the first contact with Profound Martial Heaven Palace cultivators, they would have won by now.

It was just a pity...

"You are seeking death!"

The big-eared youth had a ruthless look, and without hesitation, he triggered the life-and-death restrictions of the Foundation Establishment cultivators under his command; their Qi and blood swelled, magic power was chaotic, and they were faintly about to burst.

"Xia Wenren, I fuck your ancestors!"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator cursed in pain; in this kind of life and death, there was no difference from a mortal, and he had to stop fleeing.

Everything happened in an instant, and even the five great true disciples only fled for less than twenty meters.

"Five Profound Martial Heaven Palace true disciple excellencies!"

An Siyan shouted coldly, not ordering the nuclear weapon to stop unsealing; the increasingly terrifying nuclear weapon fluctuations made the five true disciples stiffen, and they had to stop and look back.

"This is not enough!"

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

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

In the immortal cultivation world,

The highest tier is everything!

Hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators plus five true disciples, their combined combat value was not as good as a trump card that threatened Golden Core!

Xia Wenren and the others looked uncertain.

"Fire!"

An Siyan didn't care about anything, summoning artillery groups to bombard all exposed Foundation Establishment cultivators, and each true disciple had over a thousand armor-piercing shells tracking and arriving.

Ten thousand heavy machine gunners fired, not daring to let go of the trigger for a moment, spraying out fire tongues, blocking the zombie and ghost waves that kept rushing up.

Swish swish swish!

Wave after wave of armor-piercing shells were fired, and every moment, Foundation Establishment cultivators died.

"Go attack! Otherwise die!"

At this time, a cold snort came from far away, magic power faintly boiling and self-detonating, making the five people feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Candidate Daoist child,

Xia Hou Ding!

Moving forward is death, retreating is death.

No one would doubt the determination of a candidate Daoist child!

"Kill!"

In the end, four true disciples and most of the Profound Martial Heaven Palace disciples chose to launch an attack toward the rear, their escape lights as fast as lightning, or earth-escaping or flying, or maneuvering to dodge, killing into the iron army with tragic killing intent, ignoring the Foundation Establishment cultivators dying beside them.

Those who ignored the warning and continued to flee toward the rear were mostly confident, with extraordinary backgrounds, even the candidate Daoist child wouldn't dare to offend so many people.

Bang bang bang!

They guessed wrong.

Xia Hou Ding personally triggered the restrictions set by the sect's high-level officials, countless flesh and blood scattered on the ground, at least one-fifth of the Profound Martial Heaven Palace disciples died by their own hands.

Xia Hou Ding, hidden in the dark, had no expression.

At this moment, I don't know how much resentment was concentrated on him; if he couldn't make rapid progress in cultivation next, and always get the attention of the Heaven Palace high-level officials, I don't know which day he would die in some dark corner, with no one paying attention.

"Damn it..."

An Siyan's expression was gloomy, giving up the last glimmer of hope to stop unsealing the nuclear bomb.

Profound Martial Heaven Palace Foundation Establishment cultivators kept dying, but they were simply crazy, like line infantry of World War I, hard-headed rushing up with flesh and blood, not even looking at the companions dying beside them.

And they were constantly maneuvering, constantly defending, constantly hiding, sometimes hard-headed against dozens of armor-piercing shells without dying; in terms of survival ability, they were much stronger than the line infantry of World War I!

"Ants, die!"

"Why do you refuse to die quickly?!"

"Why do you want to block the car with a mantis arm!"

Soon, Foundation Establishment cultivators killed their way into the two-kilometer range, looking crazy, tiny earth spikes and fireballs flying toward mortals and Qi Condensation cultivators in all directions under the guidance of spiritual sense, countless blood flowers exploding on the ground.

This situation appeared continuously, and the casualties soon reached tens of thousands, and were rapidly increasing.

In front of Foundation Establishment cultivators, Immortal Sect warriors and Qi Condensation cultivators were simply as fragile as snowflakes in the sun.

"Goodbye, this world."

An Siyan sighed unwillingly.

Boom!

Endless light, endless heat!

A terrifying explosion occurred here, a terrifying roar shaking hundreds to thousands of kilometers, a mushroom cloud rose, the hot shock wave spread, and the black light of law-breaking shone on everything within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

An Siyan's body stiffened for a moment, turning into dust and disappearing with the wind.

The classmates beside her were also the same, thousands to ten thousand Qi Condensation cultivators and warriors turned into ashes, and the tanks and heavy machine guns beside them all turned into molten iron.

"No!"

"Why did I come to this minor realm!"

The Foundation Establishment cultivators within thirty kilometers screamed, full of despair, no longer caring about anything, fleeing crazily toward the rear.

Yet they were no stronger than the Immortal Sect Qi Condensation cultivators and mortals, turning into ashes at the same time.

The cultivators on the outermost periphery were not much better; black light rays like twisting worms entangled them, a sizzling corrosion sound rang out, and the whole person soon grew rotten sores, magic power and spiritual sense rotting together.

The five great true disciples were stronger than others, struggling for longer, barely crawling out of the absolute death zone of thirty kilometers.

"Save, save..."

The big-eared youth was full of sores, his six golden armors broken, looking around with hope, but found nothing.

After a few breaths,

He died.

The area where Jiang Ding had appeared, thirty-plus kilometers in diameter from the nuclear explosion.

"Cough cough..."

"Dead, fled?"

Xia Hou Ding, with bronze-colored skin, did not look at the big-eared youth, dragging his sick body, pacing slowly on the edge of the battlefield full of law-breaking Dao poison, scanning every place with spiritual sense bit by bit.

Not very smooth.

Everywhere around was the aura of law-breaking Dao poison, and the smooth spiritual sense here was bumping and bumping, encountering black spots and blurred areas from time to time; after scanning for a long time, spiritual sense even had the pain of being cut by a knife.

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

Until news came from afar that another army group was approaching.

His expression changed slightly, and he left here rapidly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 182 =====