Chapter 329

All the steel cylinders were a circle smaller than the original models; they had different speeds and different flight methods, some as fast as lightning, some drifting like falling leaves. Each steel cylinder was operated by a monk with spiritual sense.

Now Wucheng was also within the domain, and these Dao Foundation monks could operate the steel cylinders from several dozen li away, ensuring their own safety.

The sudden change occurred; although the Shaman tribe in the city was surprised, they were not panicked, and still cast various spells, and more than ten long-range magic tools rose into the air to intercept them.

However, as soon as the steel cylinders touched the attacks, they exploded, throwing out more than ten small steel cylinders from within; these small cylinders, only two feet long and as thick as a bowl, rolled and fell toward Wucheng, their trajectories erratic.

There were too many of them, and apart from Great Shaman Shui, there were only a dozen or so Shaman warriors with profound cultivation in Wucheng to allocate for interception. Seeing hundreds of steel cylinders falling, Great Shaman Shui had to make a move; the milky-white light in the city defense array transformed into rotating flying blades, whistling into the air, instantly cutting all the steel cylinders into two segments.

Just this one interception, and the milky-white light in the city defense array was reduced by one-third.

However, the cut-open steel cylinders were all empty, and not a single one was loaded with explosives. This batch of shells was all for luring the enemy.

The wreckage of the first wave of steel cylinders hadn't even landed when the second wave had already flown over Wucheng.

At this time, there were already three orbital arrays in the domain aimed at Wucheng, and each launch was to piece together five large steel cylinders and launch them together. When flying over the designated area, the pre-hidden monks would take over control with their spiritual sense.

This time Great Shaman Shui did not intercept all of them, but only intercepted seventy percent of them.

However, several of the steel cylinders that broke through the interception suddenly exploded, and the violent explosion instantly caused the city defense array to fluctuate, and the power of the explosion was completely absorbed by the array. Any array that protects an entire region fears this kind of area-of-effect attack the most.

The second wave of steel cylinders already contained sub-cylinders loaded with explosives, and the Shaman tribe had to continue to intercept, and then there were the third, fourth, and fifth waves of attacks. By the time the sixth round of bombardment arrived, the milky-white light in the city defense array had been completely consumed, and all the sacrificial power Great Shaman Shui had reserved was exhausted; if they wanted to intercept again, they would have to consume incredibly precious sacrificial power or their own magic power.

The sixth round of bombardment still only had thirty percent of the sub-cylinders loaded with gunpowder, but after receiving instructions from the rear, they switched to steel cylinder shells painted with a red horizontal stripe, and seventy percent of the sub-cylinders inside were loaded with explosives.

Now steel was not worth much in the domain, but the production of gunpowder was not high enough, so it had to be used sparingly.

This round of bombardment fell, explosions occurred one after another, and the firelight of many explosions simply merged into one, shaking the Shaman city defense array violently; a single round of bombardment shaved off a full thirty percent of the array's magic power, and now the magic power in the array was less than half of the original.

The Great Shamans in the city were both shocked and angry; the human race's steel cylinders had become smaller, but their power had instead increased. In the previous round of war, the human race had only thrown a few dozen steel cylinders, but now the battle had just begun, and the human race had thrown thousands of steel cylinders, alive and dry, exhausting Great Shaman Shui's magic power! Was the human race's steel falling from the sky?

In the blink of an eye, by the tenth round of shelling, the magic power of the Wucheng city defense array was only ten percent left, and it had to be shut down. Many Shaman warriors and nobles carried magic tools and climbed to high places in the city to intercept the subsequent bombardment.

As a new batch of small steel cylinders descended from the sky, a piece of brilliance rose in Wucheng, like a huge, colorful carpet floating in the air, exceptionally gorgeous.

Above Wucheng, spell light, firelight, and smoke were intertwined for a time, and the violent explosion shook the spiritual sense, causing many Shaman tribes to have headaches, making it difficult to lock onto targets for a time.

Little Wei Yuan saw this scene from afar and knew that the number of core Shaman forces in the city exceeded expectations. He immediately ordered the bombardment to continue, hit for another five rounds!

The amount of ammunition stored in the domain also exceeded the expectations of the Shaman tribe.

And compared to the prices of the Shaman tribe or Western Jin, the price of steel in the domain now was basically equivalent to giving it away.

Finally, steel cylinders fell into the city and exploded, instantly leveling everything within a radius of three zhang, and even the Shaman nobles at the middle stage of Dao Foundation were injured. Shaman tribes below Dao Foundation naturally suffered heavy casualties.

Once a steel shell landed, the defense loopholes would become larger and larger; by the time the five rounds of bombardment were finished, half of the shells were already able to explode in the city, and the Shaman tribe suffered heavy casualties. The spells and magic tools that were originally rising to intercept were already less than half of the original, and the Great Shamans couldn't care about the consumption of magic power and had to make a move to intercept.

Up to this point, Little Wei Yuan's first step of the plan, destroying the Wucheng city defense array, was completed. The effect of this bombardment was exceptionally good; Little Wei Yuan's Huang Guang Water Blade Technique hadn't even been used yet, and just by shelling, the Wucheng city defense array was destroyed; at least a thousand shells fell into the city and exploded successfully, injuring at least several hundred Shaman warriors and nobles, and the casualties below Dao Foundation were unknown.

Little Wei Yuan soared into the air, without concealing his figure at all, flying into Wucheng like a meteor, simply like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

Several Great Shamans rose into the air at the same time, surrounding Little Wei Yuan fiercely, but as soon as they approached Little Wei Yuan, they suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, each escaping faster than the other, as if their tails were on fire!

All the Great Shamans saw the faint yellow light flickering on Little Wei Yuan's spear and had to flee!

Even Yanxin couldn't withstand the Twilight of the Immortal Path; if they were hit, there was only one outcome, and that was to die of old age on the spot.

Even Shui had to pull its body out of the altar, then ruthlessly cut off a section of its body that it couldn't pull out in time, and fled in a panic. After all, Little Wei Yuan was aiming for it!

None of the Great Shamans expected this result; after the domain covered it, Little Wei Yuan could use the Twilight of the Immortal Path in Wucheng.

Because of Little Wei Yuan's choice of insertion angle, the Great Shamans all fled instinctively, so five Great Shamans fled in three directions. Except for Shui fleeing directly out of the domain, the other four Great Shamans were still within the domain.

True Person Chuhe soared into the air, fully displaying the demeanor of a True Person at this moment; one person, one cat, and one snake each took on a Great Shaman of the same level, taking on three opponents of the same level with his own strength.

At this time, the Great Shamans were in the Human Domain, and with Little Wei Yuan carrying the great weapon Twilight of the Immortal Path and rampaging around, who dared to stay here for long? Therefore, none of them had any intention of fighting, and all wanted to escape.

So the cat and the snake both had the upper hand; it was just that the True Person Chuhe's main body was a bit miserable, and he started to get injured as soon as he started fighting. Fortunately, the True Person's vitality was vigorous, and his recovery ability ranked among the top among Dharma Form True Persons, so he still entangled that Great Shaman tightly.

At this time, four immortal swords fell from the sky, surrounding the last Great Shaman.

That Great Shaman's aura dropped again and again, and its vitality was cut in half directly; this was still the result of Zhang Sheng showing mercy. Subsequently, it was sprayed by Sun Yu with a mouthful of pill fire that was red and black, and immediately faint black poisonous fire burned on its Primordial Spirit, and for a time its consciousness was a bit dizzy and its movements were stiff.

Yu Zhizhuo was on the side, sacrificing an earthy-yellow light from afar, shining it on the Great Shaman. The Great Shaman instantly felt as if it were in a quagmire, and for a time its movements became incomparably slow.

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It knew that it had reached a life-and-death juncture and struggled desperately, but under the joint efforts of the three top monks of the Grand Void Gate, and being in the Human Domain, where could it make a splash?

At this time, figures flickered below, and dozens of monks arrived by riding the wind, and a large piece of flashy Daoist magic smashed over! Hit by dozens of Daoist magic spells in one breath, this Great Shaman suffered a few more minor injuries.

After a round of Daoist magic smashed over, the second round of Daoist magic flew over immediately; this time there were several extremely fierce Daoist techniques inside! The Great Shaman was instantly severely injured, screaming loudly, struggling desperately.

Sun Yu carefully added a mouthful of pure black poisonous fire, and the Great Shaman was immediately dizzy again; fortunately, it was not sprayed to death on the spot.

In the crowd below, the Cui family disciples were both excited and afraid, their faces flushed red.

They had never been in such close contact with a Great Shaman before; this feeling was like ordinary people encountering a lion in the wild, and without cover. They used their excited hearts and trembling hands to send out groups of things that could barely be called Daoist magic, smashing toward the Great Shaman, like a group of bear children throwing small stones at a lion.

There were also Tianqing Hall and Shuiyue Hall disciples in the team; they waited for the Cui family members to fight a round first before attacking together in the second round. Their Daoist magic cultivation was about the same as Cui Yu's, so a round of combined attacks severely injured the Great Shaman who couldn't defend.

Cui Yu watched from the side; although he wanted to make a move, and Little Wei Yuan had long ago exhorted him to make a move, in the end, he still relied on his status, stood with his hands behind his back, and did not move.

The third round of Daoist magic light drowned the Great Shaman, and the Great Shaman finally fell, losing inexplicably and dying suffocatingly.

A Cui family side-branch good-for-nothing young master, who was gorgeously dressed, oily-headed and powdered, and had 'incompetent and idle' written on his face, suddenly howled: "Five points of Heavenly Merit! I actually fought for five points of Heavenly Merit! Hahahaha, I also have Heavenly Merit!"

Cui Yu was expressionless, but the annoyance in his heart was hard to suppress; face kills people!

In fact, a few points of Heavenly Merit didn't count for much to Cui Yu; what made him hard to accept was that for a period of time in the future, he would have to be ranked with this kind of goods!

(End of chapter)