Chapter 342: Frost Fairy

The tank corps rumbled as a cluster toward the target.

Smoke and dust billowed, the roar of engines echoing for a hundred li, their momentum terrifying, flattening every demonic beast and roadblock along the way.

Placed in a world without Jin Dan combat power, this force would be enough to sweep the entire world clean.

Ahead of the main army, more than two thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators concealed their tracks, spread out in an extremely loose formation across several hundred kilometers in every direction, sometimes suddenly converging—swift and precise in their shifts of formation, well-trained, rich in combat experience.

In one corner of the battlefield, eighteen peak Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered together, their auras far stronger than ordinary peak Foundation Establishment cultivators—true disciples of Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace.

"The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect has run out of tricks."

A burly man sneered, gripping a pitch-black great axe, his body clad in battle armor, jet-black demonic qi swirling around him—at a glance, his body cultivation had been refined to an extremely profound level.

"Year after year throwing in these ant armies, what's the use? It's nothing but pointlessly burning through countless heaven and earth treasures, delaying the inevitable demise."

"Ox Demon Horn, you're talking big again."

A glamorous woman with a voluptuous figure, scantily dressed, silver rings adorning her all over, let out a coquettish laugh: "If Li Han's Dao Child weren't here, this battle would still have some variables."

"What Li Bing Fairy says is true."

Ox Demon Horn lightly stroked the edge of his axe, not daring to retort.

This one was the reserve Dao Child's forbidden plaything. Although he had his own background, in this kind of perilous realm battlefield it was better not to offend her.

The others around wore expressions of indifference.

Mere Qi Training-level armies were indeed a great threat to Foundation Establishment cultivators, but as long as one's concealment was skilled enough, taking an outstandingly stealthy true disciple as the core, several hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators pushing into a range of a few kilometers in one direction, paying a small number of casualties, could then begin the harvest.

"Now, kill them."

A clear, cold voice sounded in their ears.

"Yes, Dao Child!"

Ox Demon Horn, Li Bing, and the other true disciples of Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace wiped the smiles from their faces and replied respectfully.

Each dispersed to the edges of the battlefield, commanding over a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators to conceal their auras, slowly approaching the rumbling steel army.

Based on past experience, aside from the occasional year with an exception, most could push in to about five kilometers, then burst forth with a burst of speed, instantly slaughtering hundreds of Eastern Extreme Demon Sect's Qi Training cultivators and mortals.

Over a hundred Foundation Establishment, over two thousand Foundation Establishment, all doing so at once,

meant casualties in the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands!

Even with no few accidents, most of the Heavenly Palace's Foundation Establishment cultivators could achieve the planned results.

A mere million-strong army, what could it do?

In at most half a shichen, it would turn to ash.

This kind of scene had appeared countless times over the years; the many Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation Establishment cultivators were thoroughly familiar with it, not a ripple stirring in their hearts.

The only thing to watch out for was the indiscriminate deployment of tactical nukes, but times were different now—the Heavenly Palace already possessed Spirit Fusion Forbidden Treasures that could counter them.

In another corner of the battlefield.

A woman in blue-and-white immortal robes concealed her form, watching the battlefield coldly.

Within a few meters around her, freezing ice mist spread, faintly carrying a terrifying phenomenon of freezing the soul on contact—even a Jin Dan cultivator would be startled at the sight, not daring to take her lightly in the slightest, treating her with respect.

A reserve Dao Child from Hanbingdian, among the Qishierdian of Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace!

"This realm should belong to the Heavenly Palace now."

"The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect has not the slightest chance."

Killing intent flashed and vanished in Li Han's icy eyes: "Master, one day I will storm into the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect's home star, and with a hundred frozen Nascent Soul cultivators of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, I will lay sacrifice to your spirit in heaven."

……

"Spirit Fusion Forbidden Treasures, things that can neutralize nuclear fission, have currently demonstrated the ability to neutralize third-tier tactical nukes."

"Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace's immortal-path scientific research capability cannot be underestimated either; best to capture one or two samples."

Jiang Ding silently watched the approach of Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace Foundation Establishment cultivators—the so-called concealment was clearly visible under the sweep of his sword intent.

He saw them either crawling, burrowing through earth, or stealthily flying at low altitude, all manner of methods; their concealment abilities, honed through years of life-and-death warfare, had risen another level compared to over forty years ago.

No wonder many Foundation Establishment cultivators were not detected by the many second-tier war commanders even after pushing within thirty kilometers.

After all, after over forty years of tempering, Foundation Establishment cultivators with weak concealment had long since died off.

Twenty-five kilometers.

"Prepare to bombard."

Jiang Ding's voice reached the ears of the division-level commanders across every battlefield.

He himself flew to the center of the battlefield, spread out his divine sense, and the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation Establishment cultivators within a ten-kilometer radius appeared in his sea of consciousness in every minute detail.

Very unfortunately, there weren't many—just six—and their formation was extremely spread out.

Clang!

A sword cry rang out between heaven and earth.

The six Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators instinctively looked up. In the sky, a youth in blue robes walked over quietly—merely late Foundation Establishment cultivation, nothing remarkable—and with a flick, six pale-blue sword qi shot forth.

"An Eastern Extreme Demon Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

The six Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation Establishment cultivators were taken aback, then disdain rose in their hearts.

"A single Eastern Extreme Demon Sect Foundation Establishment, not even thirty-six in number—he's seeking death. The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect really has run out of tricks…"

These were their final thoughts in this world.

Whoosh whoosh!

The six sword qi flew over, their speed reaching the extreme—in an instant piercing the Dun Pai Fa artifacts they instinctively raised, then piercing their shields, leaving a clean hole through their skulls; the annihilating sword qi surged in, destroying all vitality.

"An elite Eastern Extreme Demon Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator, perhaps with the strength of a true disciple."

Ox Demon Horn and the other Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace true disciples also witnessed this scene and were slightly surprised.

Not much of a surprise.

For such a vast faction, the appearance of one person who could be mentioned in the same breath as them was hardly strange. Ox Demon Horn said coldly: "No need to pay him any mind. After destroying the army, we'll move to suppress and kill him."

Between words, arrogance soared skyward, not caring much at all.

This was the confidence of a true disciple of the Heavenly Palace in personal combat strength.

"Yes!"

The other Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators also appeared full of confidence, not viewing it as a threat.

A magnificent gray-blue escape light flew across the sky at a terrifying speed, in the blink of an eye sweeping across dozens of kilometers of battlefield width at the edge of the steel flood army.

Streaks of pale blue sword Qi descended.

"Not right!"

"This isn't the strength of a true disciple!"

A yellow-robed late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was startled into horror beneath the sword Qi, let out a wild roar, and a supreme-grade magic artifact in the form of a dragon-head great halberd was driven to its utmost, transforming into a lifelike golden dragon that charged up to attack.

Its sharp massive maw opened, meeting a pale blue sword Qi imbued with the sword intent of destruction.

Whoosh!

A streak of sword Qi flew past, the golden dragon's massive maw was pierced through, its spiritual light utterly extinguished, it wailed once and fell, without the slightest pause.

"Jin Dan!"

"This is the combat power of a Jin Dan!"

The yellow-robed late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator screamed in terror, no longer harboring any doubt, and burned his essence blood to frantically flee beyond the battlefield.

The moment he took a step,

his shield shattered, an extra hole appeared on his forehead, and his body collapsed softly to the ground.

In his peripheral vision, streaks of pale blue sword Qi descended, one Foundation Establishment cultivator after another fell dead, like mortal ants, without any power to resist.

(End of this chapter)