Chapter 781: Sword Pressing the Seven Dao Children

After a barrage of naval gunfire, the vast army of cultivators from the Immortal Sects within the countless layers of violent wind fell into deathly silence.

"Order: Test the Spirit-Particle Defense Radar Matrix once more. Ignore all other cultivators; simply lock onto the seven Dao Children of the Immortal Sects. The fleet must remain ready to maneuver at any moment..."

Teacher Ouyang Hui issued the command based on her past war experience.

In the Immortal Sects' previous wars, how to lock onto the tracks of a Dao Child, keep up with a lightly equipped and mobile Dao Child, and block them off was a difficulty that determined success or failure.

Many subjects at the Immortal Sects' Military Academy for Officers were developed around this, producing countless research results.

But the actual results were not very successful.

Once detached from the main force to fight alone, a Dao Child's mobility was simply too strong; it was impossible to block them with a fleet.

Often, by the time the fleet moved to the designated position, the opponent had already broken through the boundary, their power fully restored, capable of easily annihilating multiple Sky-Sea Army Groups.

The silence of the Immortal Sect cultivator legions did not last long.

Soon, a mixed army of cultivators, comprising the most elite disciples from the Eight Great Immortal Sects, each riding massive army formation heavy artifacts such as giant trees, mountain peaks, pavilions, mechanical cities, and bronze alchemical spheres, formed a mysterious Eight Sects Composite Formation. Facing the biting violent wind within the realm, their speed accelerated to the extreme, their shields friction against the air creating a layer of orange-red flame.

They broke through the boundary like meteors, their momentum imposing, their aura far exceeding that of the Brother Brother Xuanwu Sky Palace army that had appeared at the very beginning.

Behind this elite vanguard army of cultivators, the cultivator armies of the Eight Great Immortal Sects each formed their own formations; the strength of every single army formation was not inferior to a Nascent Soul, following closely behind as they charged to break through the boundary into the realm.

The vast army stretched endlessly, the military formations exuding a solemn and severe demeanor.

A grim killing intent shot up to the heavens, freezing ten thousand li of mist and clouds, suppressing all eight directions.

"This unit... is different!"

Teacher Ouyang Hui's expression changed.

She immediately detected the huge difference within.

Cultivators of the level of the Ten Kings of the Sky Palace, legacy disciples who could be considered top geniuses even within several Minor Thousand Worlds, were seen repeatedly in this army.

The Sky-Sea Front Army's Defense Spirit-Particle Radar Matrix continuously issued alarms, performing markings.

These legacy disciples, though appearing unable to withstand a single blow before a Dao Child, were actually extremely terrifying enemies.

Without a Dao Child to suppress them, a single legacy disciple could unleash massive destruction within the realm, even greatly affecting the victory or defeat of the landing war.

Before the final war began, in local conflict wars, every single one of them was a king on the battlefield within the realm, roaming freely and looking down on all, invincible wherever they went.

Now, in a mere vanguard landing force, which should have been a cannon-fodder unit like suicidal soldiers, over seventy kings of the Immortal Sects actually appeared!

As for the core disciples of the Immortal Sects beneath the kings, they were originally figures of note in their own right, capable of easily influencing the political situation of several regions within a Minor Thousand World kingdom.

Now, at a glance, they were everywhere, nothing strange, differing little from the most humble soldiers.

Such a lineup was simply too extravagant, suffocating.

Immortal Sect cultivators have always been arrogant and unyielding.

Yet looking at them now, they were very obedient.

Core disciples were soldiers, legacy disciples were officers; each performed their own duties without any sign of conflict, behaving honestly, even while stepping onto a battlefield where death could come at any moment.

"The Dao Children... all the Dao Children have arrived..."

Teacher Ouyang Hui did not need to look at the Spirit-Particle Defense Radar Matrix to know what was happening; she took a deep breath.

The Dao Children, the kings, the core disciples, and the inner sect disciples, who were usually pampered, rampant with corruption, and selfish, at this moment displayed a determination to face death without fear.

They disregarded the danger, led the charge, placing themselves in a position of death to find life; how could this not be shocking?

The Immortal Sects,

able to inherit for hundreds of thousands of years without being extinguished, had ample reasons.

In an instant, this super-elite force composed of the Eight Sects Allied Army had broken through the boundary and arrived.

The Eight Sects Composite Army Formation smashed through the barrier between the violent wind layer and the cloud layer, formally entering the Spirit Fire Realm; the terrifying pressure and the army formation's domain spread in all directions, far exceeding the scope of the peak Nascent Soul, causing people to turn pale.

This was, in fact, breaking through the limit that army formations should have by using a vast number of geniuses and extremely superior soldier quality, with strength approaching the Immortal Sects' Green Spirit Sky-Sea Army Group commanded by Teacher Gu Lin!

An army formation possessing Dao Child-level combat power!

Since ancient times, famous generals have included those skilled in planning, those skilled in deciding victory from a thousand li away, those skilled in defense, and those skilled in offense... all were far superior to ordinary people in some aspect, or in all aspects, capable of what others could not, with wisdom that shocked the world, thus earning the title of famous generals of the age.

However, there were also generals of mediocre talent, mediocre in everything, who could crush and annihilate these famous generals.

This was because the quality of the soldiers, the troops, and the mid-to-low level Wei Guan far surpassed the forces commanded by famous generals, to the extent that it exceeded the wisdom and capability of the famous generals, making them invincible wherever they went.

This is the role of the soldiers and the mid-to-low level Wei Guan!

Now, the elites of the Eight Great Immortal Sects merged into one, with geniuses gathering in groups, instantly producing this terrifying effect; various chaotic heavenly and earthly anomalies began to emerge within this army formation, instantly raising the army formation's momentum by another layer.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Quick!"

Teacher Ouyang Hui and the other Vice Commander of the Sky-Sea Army Group both changed color, screaming hoarsely.

Boom!

Boom-boom!

Sixty Immortal Sect Sky-Sea Army Groups, over a million Immortal Sect warships and sky-fighter jets fired their main cannons in unison; light shone upon the world, beams of destruction forming cities of killing arrays, descending upon the entrance of the broken boundary, annihilating this place, turning even space into dust.

Logically, everything should have been destroyed, unable to exist.

However, the spiritual light only dispersed a little, and the scene inside was already revealed.

Within the vanguard army of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, various heavenly and earthly anomalies rose: giant trees took root in the void, their branches and leaves lush, the Five Elements cycling endlessly until the world perished; immortal pills emerged from the furnace, ascending to the Xian Gao Jie; ten thousand beasts roared...

These various anomalies, chaotic and complex, many appearing broken, yet they withstood the main cannon barrage of over a million Immortal Sect warships and sky-fighter jets, not being easily annihilated like the Brother Brother Xuanwu Sky Palace vanguard army.

However, it was not without effect.

It could be seen that in this narrow terrain, with no retreat and no place to dissipate force, forcibly enduring the concentrated bombardment of the cannon groups of over a million warships and sky-fighter jets was a terrifying burden for them.

Many kings of the Immortal Sects and core disciples turned deathly pale, their bodies trembling constantly; this was the price of facing a cannon barrage akin to heavenly wrath.

"Continue, fire!"

"Advance!"

Teacher Ouyang Hui felt a terrifying danger.

She personally took control of her flagship, commanding her aerospace group army, as magic power and divine sense surged madly into the warship, round after round of naval guns bombarding down.

Under this suicidal bombardment, the Badaxian Sect vanguard gradually became precarious, on the verge of collapse.

The terrain was far too disadvantageous for them, using short to strike long.

Roar!

Roar roar!

At this moment, between heaven and earth, the sound of ten thousand beasts roaring appeared — golden dragons, black tortoises, black wind… and other exotic divine beast phantoms soaring in the sky, each roaring and howling, forming ripples visible to the naked eye, with the aura of countless ancient runes faintly visible.

These sound waves rippled past, and swathes of immortal sect warship light pillars were swept clean.

The sky cleared for an instant, bright and clear for ten thousand li.

The immortal sect cultivators instinctively panicked, their breath freezing, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

All gazes fell upon the youth who had let out the beast roar — his long hair draped over his shoulders, his appearance rough and wild, arrogant and untamed, towering between heaven and earth.

Just standing alone, he seemed to fill the entire sky, impossible to ignore.

The Son of Ten Thousand Beasts!

"The Son of Ten Thousand Beasts…"

Teacher Ouyang Hui and the other generals felt a chill in their hearts, yet also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom!

Beneath the sky, a youth appeared, drawing his sword.

Behind him, a massive azure-blue ancient tree rose from the ground, soaring into the heavens as if to split the sky apart, its treetop rustling, shattered leaves drifting down, endless sword qi sweeping forth, the void pierced through into chaotic black holes one after another.

Within the resplendent canopy, a wheel of blue-gold blazing sun rose, falling toward this place.

Rumble!

In the explosion, endless light and heat bloomed, countless exotic beast phantoms were destroyed, the invincible Son of Ten Thousand Beasts was smashed down by force, his face pale, his shield shattered, blasting backward, all his oppressive aura gone.

Then, the blue-gold great sun rumbled forward, leading the main cannons of a million immortal sect warships in bombardment, pressing down upon the Badaxian Sect!

(End of this chapter)