Chapter 91: Carpet Bombing

Qian Qianyi, having survived the disaster, looks at the Black Cloud Peak Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator trapped in the flames and ash with lingering fear.

A mortal, why can he be so powerful?

Just because he is a mortal of the Immortal Sect?

"Kill!"

Qian Qianyi quickly recovers, maneuvering his flying sword to slash at the remaining Qi Refining mid-stage Black Cloud Peak cultivators. Between the flashing sword lights, he decapitates one person in a few moves.

The mana and spiritual sense of Qi Refining late-stage cultivators have already undergone minor qualitative changes, not comparable to early or mid-stage cultivators.

After resisting for a moment,

the Black Cloud Peak cultivators scatter and flee in all directions.

Qian Qianyi shows disdain and is about to pursue when he hears a new order.

His expression changes drastically, and he dares not ignore it.

He stops, calls out to his subordinates, and flees toward the rear without looking back.

Thousands of meters away, Jiang Ding's footsteps do not stop; his wild running speed is even faster.

The Type 62 training tank is equipped with a 100mm magic treasure main gun with an effective range of seventy kilometers, of which three to thirty kilometers is the 'interference zone' for Immortal Sect Qi Refining cultivators.

The so-called 'interference zone' refers to the area where cultivators can use mana and spiritual sense to 'fine-tune' special tank shells, correcting their accuracy and providing small-scale guidance; this is 'Electromagnetic Spiritual Art'.

Besides this, 'Spell Attachment' can provide temporary enchantments for shells such as law-breaking, concealment, and acceleration.

The effective distance of Electromagnetic Spiritual Art interference and the effect and distance of Spell Attachment depend on the Immortal Sect cultivator's cultivation and spell practice, but the limit distance generally does not exceed thirty kilometers.

Beyond thirty kilometers, the shells fired by the tank cannot be controlled, but their inherent range does not change!

The effective range of the tank gun is seventy kilometers!

Within this distance, it can have an accuracy of about one meter.

If this place is more than seventy kilometers away from the Seventh Middle School camp, it's fine; if it's within seventy kilometers, it means entering the range of more than twenty 100mm magic treasure tank guns...

Swish, swish!

There is no sound; it is the sound Jiang Ding automatically supplements in his mind after seeing white lines of shells breaking through the air on the drone screen, and his face turns pale.

"Lie down! Stick to the ground as much as possible, shrink your body!"

Jiang Ding roars, curling his body into a ball, head toward his knees, and jumps behind a large rock.

Sects in the Canghai Minor Realm, unless they are clearly rebelling, do not teach their disciples how to deal with Immortal Sect weapons; they lack knowledge in this area.

Qian Qianyi, hearing the voice that was always calm now showing panic, also realizes something is wrong. He quickly passes the message to his subordinates, regardless of how they react. A flash of earthy yellow spell light appears on his body, and he actually submerges his whole body one or two meters into the ground.

Other subordinates react differently; some immediately follow suit, curling up and squatting, some accelerate to flee, and some ignore everything to strengthen their spell shields. Without prior training, they cannot accurately understand in such a short time.

In less than a breath's time, more than twenty small black dots fly over the area dozens of meters above the location of Jiang Jinxian's death, distributed hundreds of meters apart, and explode!

The terrifying shockwave, mixed with countless law-breaking steel fragments, sweeps across a radius of thousands of meters. The center is razed to the ground, soil and stones are shattered, and the forest is turned into powder.

Even thousands of meters away, the sound of dense law-breaking steel fragments hitting large trees can be heard, snapping them and then blasting them apart.

After the bombardment of more than twenty howitzers, smoke fills the air, and thousands of meters of mountain forest are in shambles.

Waiting for more than ten minutes, the second round of shelling does not arrive.

The number of shells is limited; sending such a round of bombardment for a few enemies is already a luxury.

A small hill of soil and broken wood moves, revealing a pale arm, which gropes around a few times before stumbling to its feet.

"Damn! You're really ruthless, your Dao soldiers haven't even left yet..."

Jiang Ding spits out some mud and weeds, cursing angrily.

His current situation is miserable; his forehead and face are covered in blood, and most terrifyingly, both arms holding his head are broken, forming weird shapes, sticking limply to the sides of his body.

Internal power spontaneously surges toward the injured parts, but it is useless; the meridians and bones are broken, and waves of severe pain come one after another.

Jiang Ding resists the urge to commit suicide for relief, looks at the devastated mountain forest, and waits for some more time.

A piece of ground bulges, and Qian Qianyi leaps up, his face pale, his whole body's spiritual light dim. The center of his only mid-grade defensive magic treasure, the Li Yun Shield, is pierced by a law-breaking steel fragment and is completely damaged.

This was with one or two meters of soil blocking it, which is why it was barely deflected and his body wasn't pierced through.

Waiting for a while longer, three Li Yun Sect cultivators with varying injuries crawl out of the soil, all looking terrified and having consumed a great deal of mana.

These are the only survivors.

If it were a regular battle, infantry would be pressing up now, and none of them would be able to run.

"Go."

Jiang Ding picks up his sword with his mouth, puts the anti-materiel sniper rifle on his back, and limps toward the rear, no longer able to maintain invisibility.

As for letting the Li Yun Sect cultivators treat him,

honestly, he doesn't trust them much, both in terms of ability and stance.

"Yes, Immortal Envoy!"

Qian Qianyi and the other four cultivators say respectfully.

They hide the trace of hatred deep in their eyes very well, distributing themselves in a fan-shaped formation around Jiang Ding, who has lost the ability to hide and defend himself.

Having lived together, cultivated together, and fought together for so many years, they have long been as close as brothers.

In a short time, seven people have died, the reason merely a game between Immortal Sect cultivators, and they cannot even collect the corpses. How sad is this?

Running wildly for more than twenty kilometers, Jiang Ding feels he only has one breath left. He lets Qian Qianyi and the others use their spiritual sense to find a cave and hide inside.

Jiang Ding sits cross-legged, silently adjusting his breath, trying his best to keep his injuries from worsening before rescue personnel arrive.

He has already transmitted the combat intelligence back and applied for rescue.

Several hours later, dense drones scout in the direction from which the shells came. With so much artillery bombardment, the Seventh Middle School's camp must be in that direction, if they haven't fled.

It's even better if they fled.

On the ground, four Li Yun Dao soldier squads search repeatedly, confirming the safety of this area, while tank infantry radars scan constantly.

After searching like this several times, the roar of tank engines finally comes.

"Jiang Ding, you're really miserable!"

Hua Bing walks into the cave, clicking her tongue in wonder, feeling some admiration.

The person in front of her has both arms broken, cold sweat constantly appearing on his forehead, yet he can still maintain the standard cross-legged cultivation posture, with a steel sword still hanging from his mouth.

"Save me quickly!"

Jiang Ding opens his eyes and curses.

What the hell time is it, and you're still joking? It hurts to death.

"Okay."

Hua Bing smiles, reaching out to place her hand on Jiang Ding's shoulder, as pale green light surges into it.

Lesser Rejuvenation Art!

Although many sects have this spell, it is only the same in name and principle, and the effects differ greatly.

Jiang Ding only feels a warm force surging into his body, especially at his broken arms, where external force connects the broken bones, kills bacteria in the swollen arms, cleanses pus and blood, and most importantly, combs and connects the broken meridians.

Half an hour later, Hua Bing withdraws her arm.

"Thank you."

Jiang Ding exhales lightly, closing his eyes to look inside for a long time.

The main twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians have all been connected, and the remaining larger and thicker meridians are also fine; it's just that those extremely small meridian branches that were broken are broken, and there is no way to fix them.

"If this weren't the Grand Void Illusion, my Immortal path would have been cut off this time."

Jiang Ding has lingering fears.

At the same time, having determined the direction, under the drone reconnaissance that disregarded sacrifice, intelligence on the Seventh Middle School's camp is continuously transmitted back. ===== CHAPTER 92 =====