Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Sky.

Trails of white streaks crisscrossed the sky, and amidst the roaring sounds, air-space warplanes flew by.

They sometimes intersected, diving, spinning, retreating, performing various dazzling technical maneuvers.

Jiang Ding piloted an air-space warplane across the sky.

Through the quasi-third-order Spirit Element Radar Electromagnetic Interaction Array, every object within a hundred kilometers was vividly displayed in his Divine Soul.

"This is the war artifact of the Xianmen Sect,"

he said, somewhat in awe.

Warplanes, like sovereigns of the skies, patrolled their territory, suppressing any dissenters.

"Seventy kilometers away, coordinates (...,...,...) an enemy cultivator has appeared."

The voice of the warplane's Array Spirit transmitted.

Jiang Ding, with the aid of the quasi-third-order Spirit sonar, simultaneously detected a talisman paper puppet with a mid-stage Foundation Building aura stealthily approaching the air-space warplane at standard mid-stage Foundation Building speed.

The quasi-third-order Spirit sonar locked onto the aura, and a Hunter missile was released from the seven in the magazine.

Mana surged in, activating the quasi-third-order Star Fighting Killing Yin Formation within the air-space warplane. Array patterns lit up in succession, sucking in the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi from several kilometers around, causing the surrounding Spiritual Energy to churn ceaselessly.

All the Spiritual Energy and the engine's power converged toward the missile silo below.

Boom!

In a loud booming sound, the tail of the Hunter missile erupted with bright light and disappeared into the distance at a speed far exceeding that of the air-space warplane.

After a few breaths, the missile, covering a distance of seventy kilometers, its fiery light caught the eye of the talisman paper puppet.

A symbol representing terror appeared on its head, its body split into seven, and it bolted in all directions at a Late Foundation Establishment level speed.

"This one is real,"

Through the quasi-third-order Spirit sonar, Jiang Ding easily locked onto its true form. The Hunter missile pierced through it, exploding with a bang, and the paper scraps were incinerated in the flames, filling the sky.

"The enemy has been eliminated,"

Jiang Ding reported back.

At the original location, a silver aluminum rod shed its load and slowly returned to the air-space warplane at the Peak of Qi Practicing speed.

Missile core, quasi-artifact, could be reloaded for use but must be processed in a dedicated military factory.

"The power feels... not bad,"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

"At this coordinate, fifty kilometers away, a Late Foundation Establishment cultivator has appeared."

The warplane's Array Spirit prompted again.

Boom!

The quasi-third-order Star Fighting Killing Yin Formation burst forth, sucking in the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi from several kilometers range. A Hunter missile was launched, and within a few breaths, it found its way to the talisman puppet.

Boom!

Flames and explosions burst forth together, but this time, the enemy was not killed in one hit.

A small mountain-shaped talisman representing a supreme defensive artifact flashed by. The supreme artifact small mountain was blasted open, and the residual power of the missile merely blew away the paperman puppet's last shield, a supreme artifact, wounding it severely.

Then, only a silver aluminum rod remained, captured by the enemy.

"Not this again."

Jiang Ding frowned.

According to the air-space warplane's manual, the Hunter missile had a quasi-third order killing power and should not be unable to deal with a Late Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Boom!

The next missile was fired by the quasi-third-order Star Fighting Killing Yin Formation, shattering the paperman puppet that had achieved significant combat success.

"I see."

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Ding realized what the problem was.

"Lack of proficiency in controlling the quasi-third-order Formation, unable to fully unleash the true power of the quasi-third-order. Also, the missile's force was not focused enough and was deflected, scattering the power."

"In this way, even with proficient control, I only theoretically possess quasi-third-order power, but in reality, I am one of the weaker forces at the quasi-third-order level."

"This weakness vanishes when a certain number of air-space warplanes gather to form a Formation."

Beep beep!

"Sixty kilometers away, a Foundation-building Peak Cultivator."

The warplane's Array Spirit alerted.

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Boom!

Amidst the deafening roar, the remaining four hunting missiles followed their winding paths through the sky, arriving in the vicinity of the Paperman Puppet in just a few breaths, whistling down.

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"Shield."

"Ring."

The Foundation-building Peak Paperman Puppet summoned two top-grade magic shield artifacts and ring-shaped shield artifacts, each intercepting two missiles and causing them to deviate from their course; most of their force was expended in empty space.

Both the top-grade shield artifact and the ring were temporarily damaged under the impact of the two missiles, their spiritual light dimming significantly.

But the body was only lightly wounded!

Then, the Foundation-building Peak Paperman Puppet locked onto the aura of the Air-Space Warplane using a spell, and a stream of Escape Light streaked towards it.

"Damn, even the peak of foundation building isn't enough to overcome it."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Looking around, many classmates were in the same situation, being chased and attacked by late Foundation Establishment Cultivators and even those at the peak of foundation building, lacking the Xianmen Sect's dominating presence in the air-space.

"Inexperience is one thing."

"Another thing is that the Air-space Warplanes, even when piloted proficiently without any mistakes, seem to only have an even chance against the Nine Great Immortal Sects' Foundation-building Peak Cultivators in a one-on-one."

"But, Xianmen Sect never fights one-on-one, thirty-six Air-space Warplanes forming an Army Formation can stand against a Golden Pill Monk."

Beep beep!

Beep beep!

In the few moments of distraction, the Foundation-building Peak Paperman Puppet had already penetrated within thirty kilometers, its killing intent high.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat quickly!"

The Air-Space Warplane's Array Spirit urgently sounded the alarm.

"Cultivator, you need to retreat immediately from danger, away from the enemy cultivators, and return to base or the mothership to replenish missiles."

"Danger? There's no danger."

Jiang Ding opened the escape pod, already flying out alongside the Azur Escape Light, surprisingly not falling behind the Air-Space Warplane at all.

Swoosh!

With the Azure Flying Sword unsheathed, the Sword Intent of Destruction permeated the air, and under the magnetic resonance of the patterns on the forehead, the sword's speed suddenly exploded and it disappeared beyond the Divine Sense range of the foundation-building cultivators.

Boom!

Amidst the piercing howls,

The Taiqing Flying Sword made the Foundation-building Peak Puppet reel back dozens of steps with one swing, shattering its shield's spiritual light, reducing it by one layer.

"Cultivator..."

The Paperman Puppet's eyes went blank, never having encountered such a situation before, seemingly experiencing a brief program confusion.

Immortal Luling, who was constantly watching the battlefield, twitched with unease.

"A bit rigid?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

The Taiqing Flying Sword sang, its sword-light intensifying, the pale golden aura flashing on the blade, accompanied by a piercing howl as it descended again, filled with the Sword Intent of Destruction.

The sword fell.

The Paperman Puppet, bereft of its two supreme artifacts, had no choice but to unleash all its mana, casting Earth spikes, meteors, and various Earth Attribution Spells commonly used at the Xuanwu tiangong to intercept.

The sword-light passed through, spells collapsing, nothing able to stop it.

It kept retreating, its surface spiritual light flickering uncertainly.

The third strike,

Pierced through its shield, flying out from its skull.

"That's all there is to it."

The sword returned, Jiang Ding said indifferently.

"Oh?"

Immortal Luling hummed softly, watching him emotionlessly.

"Sorry, Teacher Yu Chi. I'm going back to the Air-Space Warplane now."

Jiang Ding, jolted into action, burst forth with all his mana to catch up with the Air-Space Warplane, flying back to his cockpit.