Target-World Annihilation!

Three days later.

Cross-realm flying ships were docked amid the mountains, and Wen Dao Palace disciples boarded one after another.

Elsewhere.

A disciple with a black coffin slung over his shoulder was about to step onto the deck when the person responsible for counting heads stopped him.

"Why are you bringing a coffin on a mission?"

"My master is inside."

"Your master died?"

The man hugged the black coffin tighter, his guard up.

"Don't talk nonsense. She hasn't woken up yet, and she can hear you!"

The head counter stared at the black coffin for a moment before finally waving him on.

"One person, one coffin."

"Go ahead."

Not far away, several Returnees gathered around a cross-realm map.

They were arguing over whether this operation counted as a "cross-server raid" or a "guild expedition."

Once most of the disciples had boarded the flying ships, the mountains of Wen Dao Palace suddenly began to tremble.

Warehouses hidden within the mountains and beneath the earth burst open one after another.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, hundred-zhang-tall [Divine Mechanisms] slowly emerged from the darkness.

Their massive bodies were clad in heavy armor, their backs bristling with cannon barrels.

With every step they took, the entire earth trembled along with them.

There were even several Specialized Divine Mechanisms, their backs piled high with cannon barrels and array disks, emitting teeth-grinding metallic screeches as they walked.

Array patterns rose from the ground in intersecting streams.

Spiritual light lifted the Divine Mechanisms into the air and sent them one by one into the open belly holds of the flying ships.

When it came time for one of them.

The disciple responsible for piloting it stood below, gazing up at the majestic giant body and nodding in satisfaction.

But the next moment, his gaze swept across the chest