Grand Finale: Unifying the World, Destroying Golden Immortals, the Cauldron Suppressing the Nine Provinces, Declared Human Emperor!

More than a hundred Holy Palace cultivators turned into streams of dark golden light and shot skyward from the chaotic army formations.

They abandoned their defense of the dragon vein nodes. Bone blades, bronze bells, and shamanic banners bloomed with dazzling spiritual light in their hands.

These grassland shaman cultivators had never regarded mortal armies as worthy of notice. To them, the three thousand iron tubes below, spitting tongues of flame, were merely ingenious mechanisms—once they got close, a single slash would shatter them.

"Crush those iron tubes!"

Azure Wolf True Person's roar still echoed among the clouds when the Holy Palace disciples, like a flock of eagles diving upon fire, swooped fiercely toward the front lines where the Thunder Battalion stood.

"Sharp Edge Battalion, forward!"

Meng Tian's voice was cold and hard as iron, clearly audible through the fading thunder of the rocket launchers.

On both wings of the Thunder Battalion, the thirty thousand Blood-Clad Army soldiers who had been silently arrayed in formation suddenly surged into motion.

The soldiers in the front ranks split to either side, revealing row after row of Sharp Edge Battalion warriors behind them, their rifles already raised.

They dropped to one knee, stocks braced against their shoulders, black muzzles angled toward the Holy Palace disciples.

"Fire!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

It was not scattered gunfire, but an unbroken, ear-splitting storm of steel.

Three thousand rifles spewed orange-red tongues of flame at once. Bullets, like a reversed rainstorm of metal, poured toward the dark golden streaks in midair.

Brass casings flew wildly from the sides of the guns, clattering onto the frozen earth and covering it in a glaring layer of gold in an instant.

The three Holy Palace disciples charging at the very front had no time to react.

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