The shell, six or seven hundred meters across, propelled by gunpowder and blown forward by wind monsters and fire monsters, hurtled toward the Great Qian Empire's central army like a meteor.
At the same time, the wind monsters of Black Dragon Mountain puffed out their cheeks and sounded their horns.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
The horns let out a piercing wail.
Endless waves of sound flew from the horns, becoming shadowy armies of thousands of soldiers and horses, howling as they charged.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Under the Legend Cultivators' control, patrolling magical artifacts rose into the air, revolving around the shell as they rushed toward Great Qian's central army alongside it.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
Nearly ten million Dao Seal Cultivators rubbed their hands together.
Hundreds of millions of bolts of lightning and fire followed the shell like raindrops, sweeping toward Great Qian's central army.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Lathe-crossbow monsters shouted at the spirit monsters, "Pull me! Pull me!"
Ox Spirits shook their heads and swished their tails, pulling the triggers hard.
Bang!
Bowstrings whistled, and bolts soared into the air.
These bolts had long since been awakened into spirit monsters by the cultivators.
One spun through the air, surveying its surroundings.
It saw earth, fire, wind, and water swirling ahead, and lightning and fire rolling.
It cleaved through wind and flame, cleaved through everything, and charged fiercely toward a target. "A spirit monster's life can weigh as heavily as Black Dragon Mountain or as lightly as a goose feather."
"For Black Dragon Mountain, for Master, I'll stab you to death!"
It growled, driving its pitiful demonic power into its pointed head, and a cold gleam flashed across it.
But before it could reach its target, it saw a terrifying shock wave and vast quantities of lightning and fire coming from afar.