Boom!
The instant his words fell, under Xin Bairen's control of the formation artifact and commands transmitted through divine sense, the thirty-odd War Treasure Ships at the very front of the Demon Lotus Army's formation shuddered simultaneously!
Operated by numerous cultivators, hundreds upon thousands of Primordial Magnetism Ballistas lit up one after another in orderly succession, gray-white magnetic spiritual light gathering into dazzling globes at their muzzles.
Bells and drums rang together within Faneng Temple's gates. The monk soldiers were both shocked and furious. Some were still roaring, "Protect the temple!" while others had already turned deathly pale and begun retreating.
The next instant, the first blast of magnetic cannon light tore through the wind and snow and slammed into Faneng Temple's mountain-guarding golden bell.
Dong!
The bell wailed shrilly, and Buddha light burst apart.
The entire snowy mountain shook.
Then came the second shot, the third, the fourth...
Gray-white lightning poured down like a torrential rain. The four hundred thousand soldiers of the Demon Lotus Army and Qiongzhou's hundred thousand Dao soldiers became a black torrent, charging toward Faneng Temple's gates along the mountain road blasted open by the bombardment.
Amid the wind and snow, Qing Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent as he watched the millennia-old Buddhist temple shake violently under cannon fire.
Perhaps they had long since stopped working for Southern Yue, and had even done quite a lot for Great Jin in recent years.
But so what?
If you were wrong, you had to admit it; if you were taking a beating, you had to stand straight.
Turning over a new leaf was not that simple. At the very least, Qing Chen would not agree to it.
Boom!
At that moment, thirty-six Demon Lotus War Treasure Ships dominated the sky. Layer