[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals":3,"chapter-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-92":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Cluster Artillery: Shattering the Immortals",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2342103,4578,"Chapter 92: Carpet Bombing","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>Qian Tongyi, having survived the catastrophe, stared in terror at the Qi Refining eighth-layer Black Cloud Peak cultivator now engulfed in flame and ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could a mortal be so powerful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because he was a mortal of an immortal sect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Tongyi quickly snapped back to himself, commanding his flying sword to strike the remaining Qi Refining mid-stage Black Cloud Peak cultivators; in flashes of blade-light, he severed a head within a few strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Refining late-stage spiritual power and spiritual sense had undergone subtle qualitative changes—unmatchable by early or mid-stage cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They offered only fleeting resistance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then the Black Cloud Peak cultivators scattered in all directions, fleeing in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Tongyi sneered, about to pursue—when he heard a new order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face turned pale; he dared not ignore it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He halted, called to his subordinates, and fled backward without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several kilometers away, Jiang Ding did not slow; his sprinting speed increased further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Type 62 Training Tank, armed with a 100-millimeter magic cannon, had an effective range of seventy kilometers, with the three-to-thirty-kilometer zone designated as the “interference zone” for Qi Refining cultivators of immortal sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called “interference zone” refers to the area where cultivators can use spiritual power and spiritual sense to “fine-tune” specially designed tank shells, correcting their trajectory with minor guidance—this is “electromagnetic spirit art.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, “spell-imbuing” can grant temporary enchantments to shells: anti-magic penetration, stealth, acceleration, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effective distance of electromagnetic spirit art interference and the range\u002Feffect of spell-imbuing depend on the cultivator’s cultivation base and spell proficiency, but the absolute limit rarely exceeds thirty kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond thirty kilometers, tank-launched shells cannot be controlled—but their inherent range remains unchanged!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effective range of the tank cannon is seventy kilometers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within this range, accuracy can reach about one meter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this location were more than seventy kilometers from Camp Seven, it would be safe—but if within seventy kilometers, it meant entering the firing arc of over twenty 100-millimeter magic tank cannons…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh-shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no sound—he had merely imagined the noise in his mind after seeing the white trails of shells piercing the air on the drone feed; his face instantly turned ashen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hit the ground! Press yourself flat, minimize your profile!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding roared, curled into a ball, head to knees, and leapt behind a large boulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Canghai Young Lady Sect, unless openly rebelling, never trained its disciples to counter immortal sect weapons—they lacked knowledge in this area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Tongyi, hearing the usually calm voice now filled with panic, realized something was wrong; he swiftly relayed orders to his subordinates, then ignored their reactions entirely—his body shimmered with earth-yellow magic light and sank into the ground one to two meters deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His subordinates reacted differently: some immediately obeyed, curling into balls; others sprinted faster; some ignored the warning and strengthened their spell shields—without prior training, precise understanding was impossible in such a short time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than a breath later, over twenty tiny black dots flew overhead near the site of Jiang Jinxian’s death, spaced hundreds of meters apart, then exploded violently!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying shockwave, laced with countless anti-magic steel fragments, swept across several kilometers—the epicenter flattened to bare earth, rocks shattered, trees reduced to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even several kilometers away, the sharp crack of anti-magic steel fragments striking trees echoed repeatedly, snapping trunks and blasting them apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the twenty-plus howitzers finished shelling, smoke filled the air; the forest for kilometers lay in ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waiting over ten minutes, no second barrage came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shell supply was limited; delivering even one such barrage against a few enemies was already a luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mound of earth and broken wood shifted—then a pale arm emerged, fumbling weakly before the figure staggered upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck! That’s brutal—you guys haven’t even left yet…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding spat out dirt and grass, cursing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His condition was horrific: blood covered his forehead and face; most terrifyingly, both arms—clutched tightly around his head—were broken, bent into grotesque shapes, limp against his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internal energy surged instinctively toward the injuries—useless. His meridians and bones were shattered; waves of agony pulsed through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding forced down the urge to end it all, glanced at the devastated forest, and waited a little longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A patch of ground rose—Qian Tongyi leapt up, face ashen, his spiritual aura dimmed; his only mid-grade defensive magic treasure, the Liyun Shield, had been pierced clean through at its center by an anti-magic steel fragment—completely destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the one-to-two-meter layer of earth had slightly deflected the impact, sparing him from being impaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waiting a while longer, three injured Liyun Sect cultivators crawled from the earth—all pale, shaken, and severely depleted of spiritual power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the only survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In proper warfare, infantry would now advance—none would escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding bit his sword between his teeth, slung his anti-materiel sniper rifle, and limped backward—no longer able to remain hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for letting the Liyun Sect cultivators heal him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>frankly, he didn’t trust them—on both capability and loyalty grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Immortal Envoy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Tongyi and the other three cultivators bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They concealed the faint hatred in their eyes perfectly, forming a fan-shaped formation around Jiang Ding, who now lacked concealment and self-defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years they had lived, cultivated, and fought together—they were as close as brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In mere moments, seven of them were dead—killed merely as part of a game between immortal sect cultivators, their bodies even left unburied—how tragic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sprinting over twenty kilometers, Jiang Ding felt he had only one breath left; he ordered Qian Tongyi and the others to use their spiritual sense to locate a cave, then hid inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, silently regulating his breath, striving to prevent his injuries from worsening until rescue arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already transmitted battle intelligence and requested rescue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several hours later, dense drones scouted the direction from which the shells had come—such heavy artillery bombardment meant Camp Seven must lie in that direction, if they hadn’t fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better if they had fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ground, four Liyun Dao-Bing squads combed the area repeatedly, confirming its safety, while tanks, infantry, and radar scanned continuously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After multiple sweeps, the rumble of tank engines finally reached them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Ding, you’re in bad shape!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hua Bing stepped into the cave, clucking in amazement, almost impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him, the man’s arms were both broken, cold sweat beading on his forehead, yet he still maintained the standard meditation posture, a steel sword clenched between his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Save me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding opened his eyes and cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell kind of joke is this now? It hurts like hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hua Bing smiled, placed his hand on Jiang Ding’s shoulder, and a pale green light flowed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minor Revival Technique!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though many sects had this spell, only the name and principle were the same—the actual effect varied drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding felt warm energy surge through his body, especially in his broken arms—external force realigned shattered bones, killed bacteria, cleared pus and blood, and most importantly, reconnected the severed meridians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, Hua Bing withdrew his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding exhaled softly, closed his eyes, and internally surveyed for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All twelve primary meridians and eight extraordinary meridians had been reconnected; the larger, thicker meridians were intact—only the tiny branches remained broken, irreparable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If this weren’t the Grand Void Illusion, this would’ve ended my Immortal Path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding shuddered with relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, with direction confirmed and relentless drone reconnaissance, intelligence on Camp Seven’s location streamed in continuously.\u003C\u002Fp>",1252,"2026-06-20T23:34:14.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a226636efa3eb01b364589209d024eb929e8aebb6073e32077f390ab1ab77c00","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-93","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-91",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cover.jpg"]