Chapter 280: Seven Star Altar, Killing from Hundreds of Miles Away

The first wave of hunter missiles screamed down.

Amid fierce fire and terrifying spell explosions, the outer obsidian slabs of the General Heishi Sect's protective grand formation shattered instantly, countless fragments and spiritual light scattering in all directions.

Second wave, third wave...

Missile groups attacked ceaselessly, screaming down without end, the world's spiritual energy trembling unceasingly.

The General Heishi Sect's formation was a sturdy earth-attribute grand formation, fully utilizing a third-tier spiritual vein and the continuous obsidian spiritual stone mountain peaks, able to distribute incoming attacks onto the surrounding mountains, causing nearby peaks to continuously explode, collapse, and sink.

By the fourth wave of missiles, the General Heishi Sect's formation was already on the verge of collapse, about to crumble.

"Still lacking a formation integrator to unify ten separate military formations."

"That way we could destroy them in one strike."

Jin Jin Lingfeng said with regret.

"Don't even think about it—that's an ability only Jin Dan cultivators possess." An Siyan shook her head: "Brigade-level commanders are generally only Jin Dan cultivators; we're not a regular force here."

Hmph!

In the void, a sudden tremor of soul and space appeared, causing many commanders to change color, cold creeping over their entire bodies, the gap so vast they could not muster the slightest will to resist.

Fear arose in their hearts.

"Great Sun Sword Son, save me!"

Jin Jin Lingfeng shouted.

This was someone unable to find the true target, aiming the attack at the Sky Brigade's commanders!

A late-stage Jin Dan cultivator, wielding a high-stealth, high-speed magic treasure, launching a sudden sneak attack on the battlefield—this was the bane of legion commanders.

Even if one possessed massive firepower and feared no frontal bombardment.

Without a target to unleash it upon, it was useless!

Clang!

A sword cry rang out in the void; an azure flying sword emerged amid an airburst, threads of magnetic-field spiritual energy gathering-killing array's magnetic-field auxiliary virtual lines around it, then suddenly vanished.

Ding!

A burst of sparks blossomed, the metallic tremor spreading across dozens of kilometers, eardrums stinging, yet the hearts of all relaxed instead.

Focusing their gaze, they saw the azure flying sword had reappeared at some unknown moment, faint golden patterns surfacing on its blade, the terrifying aura of Po Fa, Jin Fa, and Mie Fa manifesting, firmly holding off a jet-black arrow-feather magic treasure.

The interweaving gold-and-blue sword qi swiftly wore away the thick, cold, curse-laden black mist on the arrow-feather magic treasure.

Ding ding ding!

In an instant, one flying sword and one jet-black arrow feather clashed hundreds of times in the void, the piercing high-frequency sound waves rippling the surrounding space in concentric rings.

The jet-black arrow feather thrust, flicked, or parried like a masterful swordsman, never meeting the Taiqing flying sword head-on, using force against force, gradually suppressing the flying sword's sharp sword-light.

"A late-stage Jin Dan cultivator—I still can't win right now."

The thought surfaced in Jiang Ding's mind.

Even if he truly had some suppression in the power of Po Fa.

But once the opponent chose not to clash head-on, waiting for change through delay, and instead used an attack range of fifteen or sixteen kilometers—far exceeding that of an early-stage Jin Dan cultivator—to roam and kite, it would be extremely difficult to handle.

Not to mention that the opponent had spent at least four or five hundred years, far too seasoned in swordsmanship and spell application.

Even with superior raw strength, defeating them would be very difficult.

"Fire!"

Commanders like Jin Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan reacted instantly.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Three hundred and sixty missiles inhaled and exhaled the world's spiritual energy, screaming forth, death-light crisscrossing, all falling upon the violently clashing blue-gold and jet-black streams of escape light.

"Whoever dares hit my sword, I'll beat them black and blue."

Jiang Ding growled lowly, magic power surging into the Taiqing flying sword and the electromagnetic main cannon between his brows.

Boom!

Threads of faint-blue magnetic-field auxiliary virtual lines encircled it; the Taiqing flying sword's sword-light flared, golden patterns interweaving across its blade, vanishing amid the airburst.

Ding!

When it reappeared, it struck the jet-black arrow feather that had sensed danger and tried to flee—the Po Fa sword-light spread, savagely hacking it back several hundred meters, its spiritual light dimming a notch.

"Fall!"

Jin Jin Lingfeng, Liu Mei, and others rejoiced greatly.

Three hundred and sixty hunter missiles screamed down simultaneously; violent explosions and shattered spell-spiritual light produced a terrifying fireball in the sky, flashing and vanishing.

Equivalent to the simultaneous attack of ten early-stage Jin Dan cultivators!

As the flames dispersed, the jet-black arrow feather's form was revealed, its spiritual light dimming another notch, the thick curses and resentful ghostly aura upon it nearly gone.

"Not good!"

Beneath the General Heishi Sect, a Daoist clad in a shadow robe sat cross-legged on the Seven Star Altar, his features gaunt, bearing an immortal air.

A flush of crimson suddenly appeared on his face; he hastily wielded the jet-black arrow-feather magic treasure, tracing a faint shadow-line as it vanished.

Zheng!

In the void, a sword cry rang out; a flying sword with interweaving blue and gold on its blade reappeared, its Po Fa intent spreading in all directions, causing the world's spiritual energy to slightly stagnate, hacking the jet-black sword-feather down from its hidden void by force!

Boom!

Three hundred and sixty hunter missiles screamed down, coordinating precisely, the timing impeccable, drowning the jet-black arrow feather that had just been hacked from the void; amid flames and explosions, its spiritual light was worn down another layer.

"Strike!"

Before the jet-black arrow feather could change again, the Taiqing flying sword descended under the augmentation of the magnetic-field spiritual-energy gathering-killing array, viciously cleaving into the jet-black arrow feather.

Within the blade, golden Po Fa Xian Jin patterns flowed, tearing open the remaining single layer of spiritual light to strike the arrow feather's body itself.

Ding!

Amidst a violent tremor, a deep wound was carved into the black arrowhead of the supreme-grade treasure, causing its aura to plummet precipitously.

"Pfft!"

With his Ben Ming Fa damaged, the shadow-robed figure beneath General Heishi Sect felt his soul agonize, spat out a mouthful of blood, and roared in fury: "Po Fa Xian Jin!"

Immediately, daring not to hesitate, he bit his tongue, filling his mouth with the metallic taste of blood; a drop of scalding essence blood transformed into massive magic power that surged into his meridians, then poured into the surrounding Seven Stars Formation Array, which he drove madly regardless of the consequences.

The formation patterns of the array spanning several li of underground space could not bear the strain, emitting creaking and groaning sounds as they were on the verge of shattering.

"Tch!"

Under this frantic urging, the black light of the besieged black arrowhead blazed brightly; with a single thrust, it pierced through the cluster of six or seven Sky Camp missile spells attacking from directly ahead.

Equivalent to breaking through the siege of six or seven Jin Dan Chu Qi cultivators head-on, it fled toward General Heishi Sect.

"Slash!"

Jiang Ding pointed his finger; within the crisscrossing magnetic sensation patterns on his brow, a thumb-sized black hole was clearly visible, and the formation patterns resembling magnetic auxiliary dashed lines within the ten-li magnetic field spiritual energy gathering and killing array flashed and vanished instantly.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword disappeared amidst the sound of an aerial explosion; when it reappeared, it struck the fleeing black arrowhead with a vicious slash.

Golden Po Fa Xian Jin patterns flowed along the blade's edge, leaving a deep scratch at the sharpest tip of the black arrowhead, causing its speed to drop abruptly and its spiritual light to dim.

"Swift!"

Seeing the situation turn dire, the shadow-robed Daoist poured his last wisp of magic power into the Seven Stars Formation Array beneath him, causing it to collapse in an explosion.

With this boost, the black arrowhead's speed barely increased by another fraction, escaping the ten-kilometer range.

Whoosh!

Amidst the sound of an aerial explosion, the Taiqing Flying Sword appeared once more, only to strike empty air; no matter what, it refused to venture beyond the ten-kilometer limit of its maximum control range.

"Ten kilometers is too short."

Jiang Ding sighed and did not pursue forcibly.

Although the Taiqing Flying Sword could still attack from ten kilometers away, its power would drop rapidly.

Once the Flying Sword was lost,

his Dao path would be practically ruined; it was not worth the risk.

"But, locked by the Array Spirit, you absolutely cannot escape!"

(End of this chapter)