Chapter 212: Tank

"Jiang Hailong, wait for me here for a moment; I am going to find some more suitable weapons." After Meng Yifan finished speaking, he used the Array Disk to open a secret passage and arrived back in the valley outside.

With the Array Disk in hand, Meng Yifan was like he was in his own home within the Ancient Tomb's Array; he could come and go as he pleased, and he could also use the Array to monitor the intruders' positions and mobilize the army of exotic beasts to surround and annihilate them.

The Ancient Tomb's Array possessed a magical magnetic field that could restrict enemies from using metal weapons, and the omnipresent sound of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling could confuse the enemies' minds and seal the fiends within the Earth Cave.

One had to admit, the Array set up by the owner of the Ancient Tomb was quite comprehensive in its functions.

After Abe Seimei transformed, he was already comparable to a Fourth Grade Lower-Level Martial Artist; his skin was like steel and iron, and rifle bullets fired at close range could hardly pierce it. To defeat him, Meng Yifan prepared to move some heavy weapons.

In the valley, there were three Armata Tanks. This type of heavy tank had a hull length of 8.7 meters, a total length of 10.8 meters including the barrel, a width of 3.6 meters, and a height of 3.3 meters, with a standard weight of 55 tons and a maximum combat weight of 65 tons.

It used a 2A82 125mm smoothbore cannon, which had immense power; using it to strike Abe Seimei would certainly be enough.

However, the passages inside the Ancient Tomb were winding, and their widths varied; narrow spots were only one or two meters wide, while wide spots were over ten meters. Even without the magnetic field interference, the Armata Tank could not pass through the Ancient Tomb.

But Meng Yifan could overcome these difficulties.

Meng Yifan's current Space Ring had a length, width, and height of 10 meters; if he squeezed it in, he could fit one Armata Tank. He could completely release the Armata Tank in a spacious part of the passage to deliver a fatal blow to Abe Seimei.

Meng Yifan's body was shrouded in a layer of black mist, moving through the valley as fast as lightning and without a sound.

Soon, Meng Yifan discovered an Armata Tank parked on the left side of the valley.

The driver inside the tank felt a sudden urge to urinate and got out of the vehicle to relieve himself. Meng Yifan's body flickered, and he slipped in through the tank door. Then, with a wave of his right hand, he used Condensing Qi into Steel, and a strand of Spiral True Qi shot out from his body. Before the gunner inside the tank could see what was happening, he was thrown out of the tank by the True Qi.

Then, Meng Yifan used his Spiritual Power to shroud the Armata Tank and, with great effort, stowed the big guy into his Space Ring.

Inside the Ancient Tomb, the situation was extremely critical. After Meng Yifan took the tank, he did not linger and quickly returned to the tomb.

In the valley, the tank driver and gunner watched in stunned silence as the massive Armata Tank mysteriously vanished before their eyes.

"My Heaven, where is the Armata Tank?" The driver was given a huge fright; he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, confirming that he hadn't seen things—that Armata Tank had truly disappeared.

The tank driver didn't even bother to pull up his pants; he reached out to touch the spot where the tank had just been and found that it was truly empty. There was nothing there; the tens-of-tons-heavy Armata Tank had just vanished in such a bizarre way.

"James, look, the track marks on the ground are suddenly cut off. That is to say, the Armata Tank flew away suddenly."

"Heaven, how could a tank fly away? Could it be that an alien civilization stole the Armata Tank just now? That's impossible, right? If they are that advanced, how could they come to steal an ordinary tank?" The tank gunner looked at the suddenly interrupted track marks, feeling very doubtful about life.

An Armata Tank had suddenly disappeared, and the army in the valley was alarmed. They searched all around but could not find where the tank had gone.

"A miracle! This must be an omnipotent deity from Heaven taking the tank away. But what use would a deity have for a tank?"

"I think it was aliens. Didn't scientists say that Earth has always been monitored by alien civilizations? Maybe those aliens were bored and took our tank to play with us."

"Nonsense. I suspect the tank was likely taken by a mysterious Eastern Immortal Cultivator. After all, there is an Array set up by an Immortal Cultivator in the Ancient Tomb. Perhaps the Immortal Cultivator from the Ancient Tomb came out just now and took the tank while they were at it."

Regarding the sudden disappearance of this Armata Tank, these soldiers discussed it endlessly, saying all sorts of things.

Inside the Ancient Tomb, Meng Yifan and Jiang Hailong reunited. The two took a shortcut and arrived in front of Abe Seimei. The terrain here was wide, a full fifteen meters across, enough for the Armata Tank to maneuver.

Meng Yifan used his Spiritual Power to shroud the tank inside the Space Ring. It was like an ordinary person lifting a heavy object of one or two hundred kilograms; it was very strenuous, and Meng Yifan was exhausted to the point of turning pale, but he finally managed to move the Armata Tank out.

Jiang Hailong widened his eyes, looking in surprise at the tank that had appeared out of thin air. He was already somewhat numb to Meng Yifan's bizarre methods.

In Jiang Hailong's previous understanding, an Immortal Cultivator should be Riding Clouds and Driving Mist, controlling a Flying Sword, with sword Qi surging, beheading enemies from a thousand miles away.

Yet Meng Yifan, this Immortal Cultivator, would conjure an M2 Browning Heavy Machine Gun one moment, pull out a Gustav Rocket Launcher the next, and now he had even produced a heavy tank like an Armata Tank.

Big Brother, are you sure you're a normal Immortal Cultivator?

"Jiang Hailong, don't just stand there. Get on the tank quickly. You drive, and I'll operate the cannon. Let's wipe out Abe Seimei," Meng Yifan said.

"Alright." Jiang Hailong nodded, and both of them nimbly climbed into the tank.

Modern mercenaries were basically jacks-of-all-trades. Jiang Hailong mainly used machine guns before, but driving a tank was no problem.

Actually, driving a tank wasn't much different from driving a car; the main difference lay in the steering principle. Cars relied on changing the direction of the guide wheels to turn, while tracked vehicles relied on the speed difference between the tracks on both sides to turn.

Jiang Hailong had driven tanks when he was a mercenary in Africa. Although the tank models were different, the driving systems were mostly the same.

Meng Yifan sat in the gunner's position, briefly familiarized himself with the tank's artillery system, then checked Abe Seimei's position, turned the turret, and the dark muzzle locked onto the passage to the front left.

"Don't fire yet. I will shroud the tank in black mist. We'll catch Abe Seimei off guard in a moment and try to take out that Eastern devil with one shot."

Meng Yifan and Jiang Hailong were both prepared, just waiting for Abe Seimei to come over.

On the other side, Abe Seimei used that pink fan to control five hundred exotic beasts, fighting against the other exotic beasts in the Ancient Tomb.

Abe Seimei brandished the White Bone Blade, flying up and down, continuously slaughtering the exotic beasts. His body was already covered in blood and filth, and the ground was littered with the mangled corpses of exotic beasts.

Abe Seimei stepped on the corpses of the exotic beasts, leaving a bloody footprint with every step as he continued to advance.

Although the army of exotic beasts in the Ancient Tomb was brave and unafraid of death, rushing forward one after another, they were still being killed and forced to retreat step by step.