After being powered by Puppet Demon City, the Soul-Burying Cannon's might was greatly amplified. Its penetrating force could punch through strata thousands of zhang deep, rendering even layers upon layers of reinforced formations as useless as paper.
There were several thousand cultivators in this underground kingdom, along with an enormous number of gathered mortals, demon slaves, and cultivator slaves. The strike of the Soul-Burying Cannon caused a terrifying commotion, but its destructive power was not especially great.
After all, He Ping had no intention of destroying this underground kingdom. Otherwise, he would not have used the Soul-Burying Cannon.
This cannon was devastating against incorporeal things such as souls, but much less effective against people shielded by physical bodies.
Although a single blast from the cannon could shake one's mind and make everyone within the underground kingdom feel as though a great calamity was bearing down on them, the actual destruction it inflicted was limited!
—Yet He Ping's actions had undoubtedly stirred a hornet's nest.
There was no need to mention Jiang Lingxu, Ye Yuzhen, and the black-robed young man Hu Liu. The cultivators of Purple Armor Hall, Ghost Cry Sect, and Curse Sword Sect also sensed something. They transformed into streaks of light, shot through the air, tore through space, and flew above the desert.
Several hundred experts surged out like a swarm of mosquitoes.
"Who is it?"
"What nerve!
You dare launch a sneak attack on our Myriad Dharma Alliance!"
"You're courting death!"
Yet the instant they emerged, they felt an incomparably vast aura permeating the void. A towering, majestic colossal city floated in the sky, its enormous shadow cast over the sandy dunes below.
In an instant, the faces of these wildly arrogant experts turned green.
"What? A sect-suppressing artifact?"
Jiang Lingxu was an expert who had stepped