Daoist Wang was quickly disappointed.
Sure enough, cultivators beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm could not be taken down directly by a brief nuclear bombardment alone.
They had simply fled by escape techniques. They looked somewhat battered, had lost a portion of their mana, and their Dao bodies appeared tattered, but they still retained the strength to fight.
However, Wang Jixuan had predicted such an outcome beforehand, so he could not truly be called disappointed now.
Those demonic soldiers and minor commanders had suffered miserably.
Never mind whether their bodies remained intact—under such explosions, weaker, slower-reacting minor cultivators could scarcely even leave behind a trace of black ash.
Yet there was actually one piece of good news for them: their souls were still floating about.
As the enormous fireballs turned into billowing clouds of smoke and surged toward the sky;
Lone souls drifted above Huanyu City, where only one percent of its buildings remained, blankly staring at the enormous craters that had appeared below...
"No—"
True Lord Tianyan's miserable howl rang through heaven and earth.
Half his body was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the process was horrifying.
Before his body had even fully recovered, True Lord Tianyan was already darting everywhere, searching for the demonic troops and generals he had painstakingly raised.
Because his "benefactor" had been attacked last time, True Lord Tianyan had mobilized a great number of experts back to Huanyu City.
And now;
They had all been reduced to ashes.
Only a small group of scattered soldiers outside the city, farther from the center of the explosions, remained. Every one of them was severely injured as well.
His demonic soldiers!
His army!
The demonic soldiers he had amassed with so much effort, by bearing such immense karma and the sins of massacring