Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"No, this can't be possible!"

The old crone's head throbbed in pain as she widened her eyes.

She was unwilling to accept defeat, seemingly having an even more powerful trump card she hadn't used yet.

But in the end, all thoughts fell into silence, and her body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Light blue Sword Qi darted and leapt amongst the disciples of Xuetu Hall.

Magical interference was useless, Magic Tools were useless; it didn't even need to pierce through—by slightly adjusting its angle, it could bypass Magic Tools and penetrate the shield, slaying with minimal consumption.

"No!"

"This is a foundation-building cultivator!"

In the span of a few breaths, seventeen or eighteen disciples of Xuetu Hall died in battle, their foreheads pierced, and the rate of death did not decrease. Wherever the Sword Qi landed, death was certain, regardless of the cultivation base.

"Escape!"

The disciples of Xuetu Hall quickly collapsed, fleeing in all directions. The old crone was dead, no one controlled their restrictions anymore, their will to fight collapsed far below that of the Qiyu Sect disciples.

In the end, they all perished in the encirclement and slaughter of the Qiyu Sect disciples; none managed to escape.

Everyone watched the nearly transparent Sword Qi dissipate with awe.

"Junior Ancestral Uncle! May your disciple serve by your side, ready to run before and after you at your beck and call?"

Li Sanyuan's eyes burned with eagerness as he called out loudly.

The others' eyes also lit up, looking expectantly towards the direction where the Sword Qi had vanished.

"Li Mingda's son..."

Jiang Ding didn't ignore his words but pondered for a moment, "I have no time, continue to regroup with the Sect disciples. I'm taking ninety percent of these Diabolism thieves' spoils, no more, no less."

This ratio was appropriate.

Because he had the ability to annihilate them all, he didn't need assistance.

"Yes, Junior Ancestral Uncle!"

Disappointed, yet respectful, Li Sanyuan responded.

Taking a wide berth unseen, the invisible Escape Light continued towards the direction marked by the Qiyu Sect.

As they entered within a ten-kilometer range of the marker, the battles they encountered became more frequent, everywhere there was the slaughter of Qiyu Sect and Xuetu Hall disciples.

The former bore restrictions, and the latter were not to be outdone; the blood of both sides spilled ceaselessly.

Jiang Ding only made occasional moves so as not to allow anyone to predict his trajectory, killing his way towards the center of the battlefield at the highest speed while in Concealment.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

In the central battlefield, various magics' Spiritual Light exploded, tumbling, sending flesh flying, zombies turning into stinking chunks of meat, and spectral souls screaming as they dissolved.

At least two thousand Qiyu Sect disciples and fifteen hundred Xuetu Hall disciples had gathered in this place!

Both sides kept a distance of several tens of meters, unleashing zombies, Spirit Beasts, and puppets, engaging in life and death struggles, both in small teams and large army-like formations.

Jiang Ding briefly observed the battlefield.

There, the Qiyu Sect disciples finally managed to coordinate in an orderly fashion.

The Huomai were together, the Wood Pulse cultivators were together, the Earth Pulse cultivators were together; they cast their magics without interference, and occasionally, a volley of firebirds, earth spears, and Golden Knives was sent towards the Xuetu Hall disciples, with similar magics experiencing slight amplification.

They still lacked an Army Formation that could augment cultivators' bases; they were merely casting spells in groups, a tactic far inferior to their opponents.

Besides, new enemies from Xuetu Hall emerged on the battlefield that hadn't been seen in this area before.

Some disciples in black robes with spectral palaces painted on them held tall, pitch-black Long Banners. A wave of their hands summoned at least three to five, and at most a dozen or more, malevolent spirits, accompanied by cold winds and ghastly howls.

Other disciples from Xuetu Hall in robes with blood-colored palaces had a different style; blood-colored blade lights danced through the air, joining forces to sever any magic that blocked their way.

Many disciples from the Qiyu Sect were sliced into countless thin sheets by swathes of blood-colored blade light before they even had time to react.

Bai Gui Mountain!

Hua Xue Peak!

Together with the disciples of Du Jiang Peak encountered earlier, all three major Yuanlao Clan families of Xuetu Hall had sent their scions and their vassal Clans, over five hundred each, with a dreadfully murderous aura.

"Their legacies seem somewhat more ingenious, better suited to warfare..."

Jiang Ding thought as he flew across the battlefield in the sky, indifferent to the surrounding bloodshed.

In his divine soul, strands of magnetic field lines were distributed across a kilometer range, continually touched by people and magic, bringing him detailed intelligence.

Searching bit by bit, searching bit by bit.

"Found it!"

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed for an instant, he pounced toward the direction of a child.

...

"Senior Brother! We can't hold on!"

"We really can't hold on!"

Wu Makong cried his eyes out, as a new bloodstain appeared on his chest, his flesh withered, his cultivation at the Seventh Level of Qi Practicing was practically useless on the battlefield.

"Our fellow disciples from the Water Vein, many died upon encounter, a vast number of Blood Knives fell, we truly couldn't block them!"

"I barely escaped back here!"

"How can it be so sharp?"

Li Qingyun also felt a chill in his heart.

Looking around, more than two thousand Qiyu Sect disciples gathered on a little hillside, relying on the array disk for defense, their numbers surpassing those on the opposite side, which should have been enough to hold up.

But,

The black-haired zombies roared in droves, leaping several meters in a single bound, recklessly fearless of death, showered by a barrage of magic, not caring even when smashed to bloody pieces, they continued their assault.

Wicked spirits and fierce ghosts occasionally passed through zombie bodies, jeering with a chilling laughter, casting all sorts of strange and vicious magic.

Many Qiyu Sect disciples, caught unawares, would turn bruised and purple, and then collapse and die.

These were still bearable.

The most terrifying aspect were the zombies at the center, under the protection by disciples from Bai Gui Mountain and Du Jiang feng Mountain.

Disciples from Huaxuefeng Peak, dressed in black robes, didn't even deploy their body shields, channelling all their mana into their Blood Knife Magic Tools.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Streaks of knife light were mournfully intense, forming a knife array, cutting cultivators on the same level into two if they weren't careful, their essence blood sucked dry, which in turn added to the knife light's power.

The collaboration between the three peaks of Xuetu Hall was too close-knit!

With Du Jiang presenting a strong front, Bai Gui causing interference with sneaky strikes, and Hua Xue attacking openly, the Qiyu Sect disciples, amidst substantial disruption, also had to face relentless attacks from successive Blood Knives, completely unable to resist, with large numbers of disciples dying every moment.

In just dozens of breaths, the casualties had reached the hundreds, with an impending sense of collapse.

"The seven senior disciples!"

Li Qingyun looked towards the seven true disciples of the sect.

Though he was a cultivator at the Peak of Qi Practicing with a Sky Spiritual Root, and essentially the de facto Senior Brother of the sect, he was willing to offer respect to these much older disciples.

"The junior uncle will be here soon, please hold on for a little longer."

'Why don't you go up? A cultivator with a Sky Spiritual Root is much stronger than others on the same level.'

The seven true disciples were dissatisfied in their hearts, but they did not dare to lash out, and could only wave their sleeves, leading the elite disciples into the fray to plug the imminent breach.

The battle line, though still on the verge of collapse,

witnessed frequent deaths, essence blood devoured by the Blood Knife, divine souls garnered by Bai Gui, and corpses collected into storage bags, nothing wasted.

But they still barely held on.

"Senior Brother, something's fishy about this situation. Xuetu Hall should not have brought so many people; in previous years, at most five or six hundred, and that's from a single peak."

"I even suspect that the Three Sons of Xuetu are here!"

"It's too abnormal!"

Wu Makong subtly passed on through sound transmission, "There might be... You know the temperament of the junior uncle; he wouldn't easily venture into danger. Given such a targeted situation, he might not necessarily... "

"We need to plan ahead early."

"Don't spout nonsense!"

Li Qingyun's expression remained unchanged as he reprimanded sternly through sound transmission.

"The Three Sons of Xuetu, Du Jiangzi has appeared!"

From afar, someone exclaimed in alarm, the battle line visibly collapsed and crumbled, as large groups of zombies surged in through the breach.