The Prodigies Show Their Might; Not Enough to Kill-Send More
The Bow Main Cannon charged, while the Secondary Cannon remained coldly locked onto the breach from which the Alien Race was constantly pouring out, delivering continuous and precise kills.
"Haha! Kill! Kill! Bomb!" Qin Qingni and a hundred cultivators awkwardly operated the control panel.
At the center of the warship, concentric circles of artificial Divine Sense continuously swept across, marking Human Race cultivators and Alien Race races as red and green dots.
One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred Spirit Light Cannon shot out continuously, making it as dazzling as the sun.
"I've never fought such a rich battle in my life." Looking at the Spirit Marrow reserves, Wen Rou'er felt a sense of relief.
The spiritual Spiritual Power compressed to its limit within the Spirit Marrow was released and then transformed into pure light and heat by the Spirit Furnace.
The Qin Clan's Xuanqiong-class Sky Patrol Throne has arrived!
It's not just warships.
Several incredibly powerful auras, like sharp swords, pierced into this chaotic battlefield from different directions!
Prodigy and cultivators from all races have also arrived!
"Hahaha! How could such a grand feast be complete without me Chu Wujiu!"
A wild, unrestrained laugh echoed through the sky.
Chu Wujiu crashed to the ground like a meteor, causing the ground to crack violently.
His body was surging with Qi and Blood, and the Third Gear Spirit Power Furnace was operating at its maximum.
It even coalesced into a phantom image that clung to his back, radiating a terrifying heatwave.
This is the terrifying aspect of the Chu Clan Bloodline: it can unleash power beyond its limits in battle.
Without using any techniques, he simply threw a punch forward!
The sheer power of the physical body compressed the air, creating a visible vacuum shockwave that instantly turned dozens of Alien Race in front of them into mincemeat!
The scorching heat of his Qi and Blood, like that of a furnace, instantly attracted even more Alien Race to launch a frenzied attack. Like sharks that have smelled blood, they swarmed in from the ground and the air, surrounding him completely.
Chu Wujiu's fists pounded like war drums, each strike unleashing a violent storm of power that blasted the Alien Race attacking from the ground into fragments.
Just as he twisted his body, gathering his strength to prepare for the threat of a man swooping down from the sky—
"Keeping your head down during battle is not a good habit."
A clear, cool voice, like that of an icy spring, rang out from above on one's side.
Before the words were even finished, the Sword Light suddenly shone like a silver river falling from the heavens!
Li Xuan had quietly appeared atop a Ruins, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.
He didn't even glance down at the chaotic battle below; he drew his longsword and lightly slashed at the swooping flying Alien Race.
Laugh--!
An invisible yet incredibly sharp Sword Intent swept across the sky.
Those ferocious flying Alien Race seemed to have crashed into an invisible, sharp cliff, instantly disintegrating in mid-air and turning into a rain of blood that fell from the sky.
"Li Xuan, no matter how many times I watch it, I still feel that your sword is inferior to his." A slightly sentimental voice came.
Ji Wuchen, holding the Taixu Halberd, stepped out from the ripples in the void.
His gaze first fell on Li Xuan's sword, then he looked at the Alien Race member who had been cut in two and shook his head.
After ceasing his cultivation of the Nine Tribulations Life-Burning Technique, and with the nourishment of rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as the Longevity Token given to him by Qin Wangchuan, Ji Wuchen's hair recovered to most of its original state, and his strength also reached a new level.
"His swordsmanship is clean and efficient, simple and concise; I naturally cannot compare." Li Xuan readily admitted this fact, then paused and added, "Few can match him."
Chu Wujiu blasted the last Alien Race beside him to pieces with a single punch, flicked the blood off his wrist, and interrupted in a booming voice:
"Hey, Ji Wuchen! Stop spouting nonsense."
He extended a finger, looking at Ji Wuchen, who was holding the Taixu Halberd, with a hint of provocation.
"Li Xuan's sword is indeed no match for that freak Qin Wangchuan, but your halberd isn't much better."
As he spoke, he extended his thumb and arrogantly pointed back at himself.
The Chu Clan not only possessed the Divine Object, the Heaven-Opening War Halberd, but their halberd-wielding skills were also unparalleled.
Ji Wuchen's halberd skills were nothing in Chu Wujiu's eyes.
"Alright, alright, I know you two are in cahoots, always taking his side. Anyone who didn't know better would think Li Xuan is your beloved wife." Ji Wuchen didn't delve too deeply into this, and instead turned back to the battle.
Behind him, Yun Zexuan floated in mid-air, with the Cloud Calculating Disk in front of him shimmering with light.
"There's only one gap, so we're lucky."
"Placing Chu Wujiu and the others in the middle was the right move. It cuts off the Alien Race in the middle, diverting them layer by layer. As long as we pay attention to both sides and advance step by step, we can kill the Alien Race while moving towards the gap."
"This calamity can be averted."
He stood with several advisors, and in an instant, they had already devised a solution.
Then he informed several key figures.
"Me standing on the left? That's a bit of a waste of talent." Zhao Lingyun strolled over and immediately understood Yun Zexuan's plan.
Although he was somewhat dissatisfied, he didn't say anything.
With a flick of his sleeve, he led his men toward the far left of the Immortal Path.
"Soldier Puppet, form ranks!"
Countless Heavenly Talisman Seal paper flew out, accompanied by a series of dense and crisp metallic clanging sounds.
Upon landing, they transformed into Soldier Puppet clad in black armor, wielding Rune Long Ge, and their faces shrouded in Fierce Mask!
Their movements were perfectly synchronized and completely silent.
But a chilling, murderous aura of military formation soared into the sky.
Hundreds and thousands of Soldier Puppet lined up in the blink of an eye, their shields slamming heavily on the ground and their long spears pointing forward, forming a Steel Bulwark that stretched across the battlefield and shimmered with cold runes, effectively blocking the surging torrent of Alien Race races from the left!
"The right side? I was thinking of going to the middle."
A series of low, suppressed footsteps approached, and Ye Lingchuan, carrying Bronze Ancient Coffin on his back, slowly walked into the battlefield.
He led his men to the far right, and wherever they went, the Alien Race scattered in terror as if they had encountered their natural enemy.
A powerful Alien Race leader, defying all odds, roared and charged forward.
Ye Lingchuan continued walking, but slowly lifted a corner of the Bronze Ancient Coffin on his back.
"Call out--"
Several tentacles formed from Spiritual Power extended from the ancient coffin, instantly piercing through and devouring the Alien Race leader's body.
The Alien Race's massive body withered and decayed at a visible speed, turning into a handful of ashes, without even being able to utter a scream.
Ye Lingchuan walked forward slowly with an expressionless face, found a slightly higher boulder, wiped away the bloodstains on it, and sat down directly.
He gently lowered the Bronze Ancient Coffin, which was wrapped in heavy chains, behind him and placed it beside him.
All the members of the Ye Clan tacitly stopped dozens of feet behind him, forming a battle formation. No one stepped forward, and they looked at the lone figure sitting in front of ten thousand enemies with awe and fear.
Ahead lay a dark, surging tide of Alien Race, roaring incessantly yet hesitant to advance.
Behind them were the Ye Clan cultivators, who were on high alert.
Between these two, there was only Ye Lingchuan, and one coffin.
He sat there quietly, his eyelids lowered, as if he were in his own backyard. And among the thousands upon thousands of ferocious Alien Race before him, not a single one dared to cross the Thunder Pool!
This silent deterrent is more chilling than any roar or battle.
"Eh--!"
A clear bird song pierced the sky Yan Wujin, riding Nine-Flame Golden Crow, descended from the heavens, showering down the Sun True Fire that could incinerate all things.
"What do you mean by 'finding the fish that slipped through the net'? I don't understand!"
"All the trash in the sky belongs to me!" Yan Wujin was excited as if he were on drugs. As the Golden Crow passed by, the dazzling Golden Crow Divine Fire instantly swept out, dyeing a large part of the sky a crimson gold color.