Chapter 95: General Offensive

A night passes quietly.

During this period, a large number of drones had broken out under the cover of night, wanting to get the coordinates of the array construction, but these drones were wiped out by more than ten howitzer shells in the air shortly after taking off, before they could see anything.

Dao soldiers cannot sneak.

If Li Tie knew how to use spells to hide and avoid spiritual sense, it might be possible, but unfortunately, he was not seen appearing, nor was there any shelling. It seems he really doesn't know.

Also, even if he is a dual-spirit root, he must have spent great effort and resources to cultivate to Qi Refining Level 8 at this age of sixteen; it is impossible to be distracted everywhere.

At dawn, under the expectant gaze of everyone, Hua Bing places her hand on the Tier 1 Electromagnetic Induction Array and slowly inputs mana from her body.

Hum!

The array vibrates slightly, flashing with dim white light, and invisible fluctuations spread in all directions, covering a radius of a thousand meters.

Within this range, a large amount of chaotic electromagnetic waves are swept away, leaving only the radar waves generated by the tank-mounted Tier 1 infantry spiritual particle radar combined with spells. In an environment without any interference, the search range and accuracy are greatly improved.

"Success!"

Everyone is overjoyed, hurriedly embedding more than twenty low-grade spirit stones in the array, freeing Hua Bing, whose face has become a bit pale.

"Get on the tanks!"

Hua Bing is in high spirits, like a destroyer: "Let's bomb together and blow the Seventh Middle School's turtle shell to smithereens!"

"Good!"

More than forty Qi Refining students board the tanks, and the spiritual particle radars are turned on. Radar waves that have become clearer are projected onto the Seventh Middle School's fortress camp, and the reflected radar waves are processed by spells, turning into simplified terrain images that appear in their eyes.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

The muzzles of more than forty tanks bloom with flames, and shells are fired, flying toward the distance with white smoke.

"Classmates, drones can take off and head over."

Hua Bing says in the big group.

Jiang Ding's mind moves, controlling his own drones to fly toward the sky. Fifteen or sixteen minutes later, they successfully reach the Seventh Middle School fortress camp without any anti-aircraft fire blocking them.

This place has already become a sea of fire!

In the continuous explosions, soil and stones are thrown into the air, countless fragments scatter, and deep pits appear on the camp fortress.

Even more terrifying is the shell interference distance after Hua Bing's Tier 1 Electromagnetic Induction Fluctuation Array enhancement. The shells can still fine-tune their direction during flight. At this time, they are adjusted to accurately shoot into the firing ports specially left by the Seventh Middle School students, shooting straight into them.

Boom!

With an earth-shattering sound, the camp fortress is blasted from the inside, and tank top covers and many suspicious red and white substances are thrown and splashed, already mixed together when they land, indistinguishable from each other.

Not just Hua Bing, but Ding Qi and Gongsun Ling of Class 2 and Class 3 also possess this ability, constantly and accurately bombing the Seventh Middle School's camp, turning it into ruins one by one.

And after waiting for the Seventh Middle School's firepower to be roughly destroyed, Wu Tianli and others drive tanks to advance more than thirty kilometers. At a distance of more than ten kilometers away, they can also perform shell interference. Jiang Ding can no longer bear to watch.

Poor Seventh Middle School students.

For a long time, even the sporadic shelling stops. Everyone's ammunition reserve has dropped to the warning line of one-tenth.

Jiang Ding observes through drones.

The smoke clears, and the hundred-meter hill where the original Seventh Middle School camp was located has been forcibly leveled by dozens of meters. It is densely packed with deep shell craters, and no green can be seen on the mountain, all covered by loose soil.

"Attack!"

"Clear out the last enemies and end this exam."

Hua Bing waves her hand, maintaining the most basic vigilance, and does not leave the tank for hand-to-hand combat.

Jiang Ding arrives several hours later.

The tip of his nose is full of the pungent smell of smoke. The topsoil of the hill has been replaced layer after layer, and there are basically no living things left. The only possible places can only be inside the mountain, in tunnels, and such places.

Qian Qianyi and the forty-three Li Yun Sect cultivators look at this devastated hill with awe, taking the lead to climb the mountain to search, while other First Middle School heavy machine gunners provide fire support from the rear at any time.

"Immortal Envoy, seven tunnel entrances discovered!"

Before long, Qian Qianyi returns and says: "The entrances are very deep. I'm afraid they started digging tunnels as soon as they entered here. The number of survivors might be more than expected."

Jiang Ding frowns.

Attacking such tunnels is not so easy. Often, a long, narrow passage with a heavy machine gun can block more than ten Qi Refining late-stage cultivators.

"In just over a day, I don't believe they can turn this place into an underground maze!"

"Not everyone knows the Earth Escape Art."

Jiang Ding smiles, discusses with Li Junhao and several others behind him, and dispatches a drone to fly into the tunnel entrance. Images are reflected in everyone's tactical helmets.

Bang!

Fire flashes, the drone screen only sees fire flashes, and it goes completely dark.

Jiang Ding doesn't care, continuing to dispatch drones to fly into other tunnel entrances to scout. He doesn't feel any pain even if more than a dozen drones are scrapped.

"Hiding quite well."

Jiang Ding raises his hand to chop down a large tree, carves a wooden board as a drawing board, and writes and draws on it with internal power.

Qian Qianyi glances at it with spiritual sense and finds that there are many lines that do not connect to each other, one of which has a curved shape vaguely similar to the tunnel he discovered.

"Senior Qian, can you dig a hole about fifteen meters deep at this position?"

He points to a rock on the mountain and asks.

"Yes, Immortal Envoy."

Qian Qianyi says respectfully: "If this team and Senior Brother Zhou's team attack together, we can break through in three breaths, but it will consume about one-tenth of our mana."

If too much mana is consumed, it will be too dangerous to face the cultivators inside.

"No need to worry, take turns, I won't let your mana consumption be too high."

Jiang Ding guarantees.

"I will obey the Immortal Envoy's order."

Qian Qianyi cups his hands in thanks, and after discussing with the other Qi Refining late-stage Dao soldier squad leader for a moment, the two Dao soldier squads come to the mountain rock designated by Jiang Ding, chanting words, pinching complex spells together, and earthy yellow spiritual light rises.

Li Junhao looks at them curiously; Immortal Sect cultivators rarely cast spells together at such close range.

"Earth-Splitting Art!"

Qian Qianyi shouts, points his spell at the ground, and his subordinates also cast spells together. An earthy yellow light sweeps downward, and suddenly the soil and stones melt like snow, separating to both sides until they stop at about ten meters.

He wipes his sweat and clears the way. Suddenly, another Dao soldier squad also casts a similar spell, and the last five meters of soil and stones below are separated.

Five Seventh Middle School martial artists nervously staring at the tunnel entrance are suddenly stunned, looking in disbelief as the light shines on their faces, and there is also Li Junhao's grinning face.

Swish!

Instinctively, the flying swords of Qian Qianyi and the others flash past, decapitating several people.

"Clear this place."

Under Jiang Ding's order, Qian Qianyi and the other four Li Yun Sect Dao soldier squad leaders use their spiritual sense within a radius of eighty meters to drive their flying swords to fly into the exposed tunnel entrance. Before long, several screams sound, obviously Seventh Middle School students ambushing and resisting nearby.

Before long, the nearby area is cleared, with a result of more than ten people.

"Next place." ===== CHAPTER 96 =====