As shells fired from the battleship guns shrieked past him.
Lan Yi's heart remained utterly unmoved. He even felt a little like laughing.
He did not need to deliberately dodge. None of those shells could hit him accurately.
Compared with focused-energy lasers, pulse cannons, dense arrays, plasma shields, the Killer Bee Swarm, and other anti-air measures, these anti-aircraft guns trying to hit the jackpot would only be able to strike Lan Yi if the Baleful Intent Clan were meddling with reality. Old Demon Lan would definitely unleash all the remaining twenty percent of his psionic energy at the first opportunity.
Then he would wait for his chance to act.
After all, that damned Baleful Intent Clan was rather disgusting and unreasonable.
Even a top-tier psionic cultivator like Old Demon Lan had to tread carefully when dealing with them. Otherwise, he might somehow end up injured for no apparent reason.
Clearly, the Banner Barbarians did not have such good—or rather, such bad—luck.
The Lord they spoke of had no way to deal with Immortal Master Lan Yi either.
In the end, Lan Yi unleashed his power without reservation upon this group of moving targets! He slaughtered them to his heart's content!
The Dragon Sparrow Swallowing Whale Diagram projected a mental landscape of a dragon sparrow ferociously battling a giant kun. Its savage flames could cover the sky with its wings and eclipse the sun and moon, creating an extraordinarily powerful and varied mental landscape. Lan Yi primarily highlighted the deadly pressure of a fierce phoenix hunting, directly pouring death into the minds of those under attack.
The mental landscape projected by the Primordial Magnet Star Dou Technique was one of thunder descending upon the body. With the Shenxiao Peak Daoist Art—Lightning Pool Downpour—reinforcing it, thunder of both the illusory and the real overlapped. Even enemies who denied to the bitter end that this was an illusion would still be shocked until they were charred on the outside and tender within, crisp and crackling all over.
The true martial inheritances of two lost sects.
Even without properly employing the mind-slaying techniques within them, Lan Yi could still use nothing but his psionic energy and will to produce a terrifying spectacle of destroying enemies and cleaving warships.
Wait, enemies?
In Lan Yi's eyes, he might have enemies in Artificial Divine Realm 1909, but those enemies would absolutely not be these ordinary people, including their armies!
At the instant the thunder phoenix's cry rang out and it descended.
Lan Yi clenched a wisp of Cang Hua in his fist and cleanly slammed it straight into the deck.
The pulse sparks formed violently by the brutal discharge of strong magnetism and electricity completed a crosswise cut through the dreadnought, centered on Lan Yi, like a cleaver slicing through a rice dumpling!
After finishing all this, Lan Yi shot upward amid a spray of water vapor.
After leaving a message, he launched himself northward.
He had only just warmed up.
And the targets were already running out!
How could that be? Absolutely not! Lan Yi knew there were still more to the north—more beasts he could kill without restraint, without holding back, and without feeling the slightest guilt! In that case, it was about time~~!
From a psionic perspective.
Lan Yi's condition at this moment definitely could not be called healthy.
His body was only as tough as a Spirit Cultivation Practitioner, and there were numerous tears, especially around his chest and the joints of his limbs. The damage to his Innate Qi had already affected the continuity of his body's strength. Examined closely with Colorless Eyes, there were even great cracks everywhere. These cracks were not fatal, but pain was certainly unavoidable.
All of this was the result of Lan Yi having gotten carried away with his strong-magnetic launch and warship-cleaving just now.
But he was feeling fantastic!
So fantastic he wanted to sing!
As expected, slaughtering pigs was utterly pointless. Even shooting up a few spiky moving targets was more satisfying than slaughtering pigs. Destruction and creation—only these two things could satisfy a psionic cultivator.
Looks like I need to get Flash Spirit, Earth Fiend, Electric Transformation, and the other life clusters as soon as possible and transplant them.
Otherwise, I still have to be careful while traveling.
One careless move and I turn my body into a tattered mess. Even my neural regulation and hormone secretion are showing signs of losing control.
Flash Spirit's extraordinary reflexes, Earth Fiend's anti-gravity, and Electric Transformation's enhancement of physical strength. With them, even if Lan Yi still could not fly, moving quickly would definitely be no problem.
They were also among the necessary life clusters for the Heaven Burning Thunder Soldier Prison.
However, Lan Yi still had a way to solve the problem of traveling quickly for now.
Life cluster, Prison Suppression—activate!
A cold, refreshing sensation suddenly erupted at his neck and shot straight to his crown. Lan Yi's eyes flashed with intense blazing-white light as he slightly raised a hand. He simply clenched his fist, yet it seemed as though he had seized this entire stretch of space.
Of course, that was impossible. Lan Yi was still incapable of distorting space at this moment.
He had merely controlled the invisible, colorless magnetic field, causing the light to stir slightly. By using Cang Hua to adjust the direction of the magnetic field within dozens of meters around him, he walked the edge of dangerous manipulation with an absolutely rational, icy mind.
Whoosh!!
The next moment, with the battleship belching thick black smoke seeing him off.
Lan Yi once again hurried northward as if teleporting. This was the prototype of the Nansheng Sect Daoist Art, Primordial Magnet Light Escape: exchanging the magnetic force of the body with that of the earth, then moving at superhigh speed through the repulsion of magnetic fields. It was practically no different from teleportation.
Lan Yi had not yet mastered Primordial Magnet Light Escape.
He was merely traveling quickly according to its principles.
He had to activate Prison Suppression to control it and reduce the damage to his body to an acceptable level. After all, this Daoist Art, Primordial Magnet Light Escape, required quite a few life clusters to activate safely.
Even if it was only a prototype.
Lan Yi's speed as he launched and sprinted through the high sky was still astonishing.
If someone looked up into the distance.
They would discover that a white rainbow had suddenly appeared at the edge of the sky, and this white rainbow was still constantly stretching onward. Among psionic cultivators, this method of traveling was also called: Rainbow Transformation.
As Lan Yi continued loosening his muscles.
Elsewhere.
Huo Yuanjia and Geng Liangchen braved a hail of bullets and nearly exhausted their mental strength before finally clearing out and capturing the vanguard squad of the foreign Punishment Fleet heading south. Their heads were spinning and their brains felt swollen.
With Dust of Selflessness and Hungry Ghost Scene working together.
Although it lacked the thunderous, indiscriminate coverage of Lan Yi's fierce phoenix pouncing down, it was still enough to inflict fatal damage upon the foreigners in the dark spaces beneath the decks.
What kind of enemy was the most terrifying?
The most terrifying enemy was one that left you helpless.
When the two Spirit Cultivation Practitioner powerhouses, Huo Yuanjia and Geng Liangchen, vaulted aboard the ship under a storm of rifle fire, the foreign soldiers suffered. They too experienced the despair and helplessness of the soldiers in the Puanghai concession.
Rifles and pistols were useless. Grenades were useless. Even when they set up heavy machine guns, they would inexplicably go mad or lapse into a daze, only to be slaughtered by Spirit Cultivation Practitioners who tore through them like tigers charging into a flock of sheep—one punch smashing their breastbones, one palm chopping through their necks.
The two did not clear the warships quickly.
Precisely because they were not quick.
The information aboard these ironclad ships had time to be relayed to the foreign commanders.
The commanders were utterly horrified.
Firearms were ineffective; ghostly figures could effortlessly leap aboard and appear and disappear even through the decks; people would suddenly lose their minds bizarrely and forget what they were doing; and most directly of all, there was the monstrous strength that snapped foreign bones as easily as breaking chopsticks. With all of that combined, once the attackers closed in aboard the warships, it became a one-sided slaughter.
Yet the commander of the Punishment Fleet could do nothing.
"We're done cleaning them up." Geng Liangchen exhaled a breath of foul air and rubbed his brow repeatedly.
"We're in trouble. We cleaned them up too thoroughly."
"Hm? Isn't it good to be thorough?"
Geng Liangchen whipped his head toward the horizon, understanding what Huo Yuanjia meant by trouble. The foreigners had opened fire on their own people.