Plaque Shattered! Finger Severed!

Azure Mountain Sect.

Those Golden Core cultivators had been about to leave when they sensed a force holding them back.

The resistance was weak, something that could be dispelled with a casual wave of the hand.

But waving a hand still took time.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands of formations.

Within mere seconds, they were completely shattered.

But behind them were ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand more.

There was simply no time to break them all.

And in that time, the missiles overhead had already arrived.

A dense swarm of missile warheads crashed down upon the island.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Hundreds and thousands of explosions erupted at once, their shockwaves spreading endlessly in every direction.

Smoke filled the sky. Yellow sand filled the sky.

This place looked like the end of the world.

The island caved in.

Those cultivators with merely Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivation all perished on the spot.

Only a dozen or so Golden Core cultivators remained, concealed within the flames.

What would the final outcome be?

Tang Dongyang, his body already severely wounded, still looked in that direction. A shockwave swept over him and sent him sprawling back onto the ground.

It had exploded.

Every missile had landed on its designated target.

He had never expected the Grand Elder to rely on sheer numbers for victory.

Now, he could only hope that those Golden Core cultivators would be completely annihilated by the missiles.

Of course, he knew that was only a hope.

As a cultivator of the same realm, he could clearly sense the missiles' might. If they failed to defend in time, they would suffer grave injuries.

The endless smoke lingered without dispersing, mushroom clouds rising straight into the heavens.

People in several cities also noticed the changes in that direction. Videos and photos were