Chapter 363: Eight Tactical Nukes Descend from the Sky

"World War II artillery?!"

"It looks a bit like this, right?"

Jin Jin Lingfeng paused for a moment, finding it hard to believe.

"It IS World War II artillery! Damn it!"

"It's this old junk that blocked the Immortal Sect's heavy artillery cluster bombardment? Damn, you scared the hell out of Laozi."

Jin Jin Chengkong, Dong Xue Senior Qian, and other Jin Dan cultivators cursed loudly.

They let out a long sigh, their hearts relaxing.

Although they were just scolding their subordinates, in reality, it was they, the Jin Dan cultivator avatars, who were the most panicked; knowing more, they understood the terrible consequences brought about by the technological progress of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace formations.

History where the home planet fell and ninety-nine percent of cultivators died could very well repeat itself.

"Such old-fashioned mortal weapons."

"How was it done?"

Jin Jin Lingfeng, Dong Xue Senior Qian, and other officers zoomed in on the footage frame by frame, observing carefully, then gathered the officer corps to discuss, gradually reaching a conclusion.

"There is no progress in formation technology."

Chief of Staff An Siyan summarized everyone's discussion results and said, "Once the Immortal Sect's armor-piercing shells leave the thirty-kilometer interference range, they are merely equivalent to enhanced ordinary shells; their shooting is disrupted by powerful kinetic interference, and they explode before reaching their designated location."

"It's that simple."

"These World War II artillery pieces are very fragile, made of ordinary steel; a single grenade imbued with a sharpness technique could destroy dozens or even hundreds of artillery pieces, it's just..."

An Siyan deduced in his mind for a moment, frowning.

"We just calculated the coordinates of these artillery pieces; let's try first, ten rounds of salvo fire."

Jin Jin Lingfeng made the final decision.

No one else raised any objections.

Boom!

Millions of tanks didn't need to adjust their barrels, firing directly, again and again; a swarm of armor-piercing shells like a sky curtain shot out continuously, stretching for dozens of kilometers.

Boom!

The Brother Xuanwu Four Poles Boundary Formation's light flickered, slightly delaying the swarm of armor-piercing shells, and then, a massive number of World War II artillery shells arrived in an instant, shattering most of the kinetic energy of the tank armor-piercing shell swarm.

"It is just like this."

An Siyan sighed: "These World War II artillery pieces are very fragile; in the outside world, nothing can protect them, not even groups of Jin Dan cultivators; instead, they actively turned themselves into targets."

"But within a powerful formation like the Brother Xuanwu Four Poles Boundary Formation, these huge flaws are concealed."

"Has the Immortal Sect never encountered such a situation?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"No."

Jin Jin Chengkong, commander of the Second Army Group with the most war experience, shook his head: "Generally, when encountering such powerful fixed formations, we first bombard with artillery clusters; if that doesn't work, we bomb with nuclear weapons; if tactical nukes don't work, we use forbidden nuclear weapons; it has always been this way, with no difficulty."

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

"But this time..."

He showed a look of difficulty.

The many officers were at a loss, discussing for a long time without offering any plan.

This was a precedent of war beyond the scope of the Immortal Sect's military textbooks, with no war history to draw upon.

"Use third-tier tactical nuclear weapons."

Jiang Ding ordered: "Send eight first, to test the limits of the so-called Spirit-Melting Forbidden Treasure of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace."

According to the establishment, each army group carries four third-tier tactical nuclear weapons, totaling only sixteen; suddenly half of them were used.

"Eight?... Yes!"

Jin Jin Lingfeng and others were stunned.

You looked at me, I looked at you; there was no other way, so they nodded and agreed.

"This strategy is viable!"

Xiang Jia clenched his fist fiercely, his face full of excitement.

"Congratulations, Candidate Daozi."

Someone nearby flattered: "With the other two Candidate Daozi dying in succession, you firmly held the Nan Bu Ding Gao Jie Formation, preventing it from falling into the hands of the Eastern Extreme Demon Gate; this must be a great merit."

"Many elders have seen it and kept it in their hearts; it is highly likely you will be promoted to Candidate Daozi in the future."

"Haha!"

Xiang Jia had been living in panic and unease for many days; every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image of his body being pierced by a blue-gold sword light.

He relaxed a bit now and laughed loudly: "I'm afraid that won't work; I am far inferior to the Brother Xuanwu Candidate Daozi; I would have to kill the Great Sun Sword Disciple to directly become..."

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh!

On the horizon, eight golden blazing suns suddenly rose; the terrifying fluctuations of destroying laws, extinguishing laws, and forbidding laws spread hundreds of kilometers away, and then all fell together upon the thirty-six sky pillars.

"Sun-Extinguishing Forbidden Treasure... eight of them!"

The smiles on the faces of many Brother Xuanwu Foundation Establishment cultivators turned pale; their scalps went numb, and they felt cold all over.

"What are you panicking for!"

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

Eight wheels of pitch-black dark light spread; intense curses and resentment within them radiated in all directions; the sky for dozens of kilometers turned pitch black, with the sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves.

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators' souls trembled, falling into the dark Illusion Realm; they could vaguely hear the lamentations and resentment of billions of sentient beings; any single wisp of resentment could melt a Jin Dan cultivator's soul.

Screech!

Then, amidst a piercing shriek, eight wheels of pitch-black light hovered, with no other target, and struck straight at the eight wheels of brilliant golden suns radiating an aura of destruction.

Jiang Ding silently watched the sky.

Within the anti-magic halo of the eight tactical nuclear bombs, his magic power and divine soul did not solidify; instead, they became even more vibrant, as if returning home, warm and cozy.

The eight golden suns moved away, flying toward the thirty-six pillars of the Xuan Wu Ding Gao Jie array foundations, drawing ever closer to the Spirit-Fusing Forbidden Treasures of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

The anti-magic halo moved away.

"I seem to have a possibility of shattering these eight Spirit-Fusing Forbidden Treasures?"

A thought arose in Jiang Ding's mind, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Then he shivered first.

"Don't!"

"The destructive range of a tactical nuclear bomb explosion is thirty kilometers; my sword intent's effective attack range is ten kilometers. If it fails, so be it, but once it succeeds, eight tactical nuclear bombs will explode simultaneously..."

Jiang Ding imagined the scene, and a chill ran through his heart.

Buzz...

The eight wheels of golden suns carrying an aura of destruction collided with the eight pools of pitch-black light rings; no explosion occurred, silently, a buzzing sound appeared.

A stretch of sky turned a dull gray, with not a single ray of light remaining.

After several breaths, everything vanished.

Ten thousand li of clear blue sky.

"No effect."

"What to do?"

Jin Jin Lingfeng and others felt their hearts sink, sensing it was extremely tricky: "Could this landing war end here, waiting for the next tactical nuclear bomb innovation from the Immortal Sects?"

At a loss.

For a long time.

"Um..."

Someone hesitated, then asked: "How did the Great Sun Sword Pavilion deal with this situation back then?"

"The Great Sun Sword Pavilion?"

Jin Jin Lingfeng was stunned, and instinctively said: "What else could that group of sword madmen do? The Great Sun Sword Disciple would lead a vast army of sword intent cultivators and charge straight up; if they failed, they would simply die."

Everyone was stunned.

A voice appeared beside their ears.

"All units, advance slowly, approaching within thirty kilometers of the Xuan Wu Ding Gao Jie array."

"No need to worry."

Jiang Ding said indifferently: "Within the Desolate Copper Small Realm, even if the Brother Xuanwu Dao Disciple himself arrives, he will merely be another sword-underling; there will be no variables."

"Advance."

"Yes, Supreme Commander!"

Jin Jin Lingfeng and others felt a surge of hot blood reaching their hearts, shouting in unison.

The tank torrent rumbled forward.

Charging toward the final core of the southern Xuan Wu Ding Gao Jie array, pressing forward without looking back.

Tonight will be a bit later; Grandma is sick, and I need to go check on her.

(End of this chapter)