Hundred Poisons Old Ghost also made a swift decision.
If he let Qing Chen keep bombarding them from above at long range for another dozen rounds, their morale would be a sorry sight.
Taking the initiative still offered a chance. Passively waiting for death offered none at all.
Damn that magnetic origin rule power!
The Giant Whale Treasure Ships stretched across the heavens, their cannon muzzles once again blazing with dazzling Primordial Magnetism light.
Qing Chen had no intention of fighting Hundred Poisons Old Ghost at close quarters.
That old poison master's gu poisons were sinister and unpredictable. Even with his current cultivation, recklessly closing in for a melee was by no means the best strategy.
What he wanted was to crush this turtle shell with an overwhelming advantage!
"Charge. Target: the poison miasma node at the southeastern corner. Three volleys." Qing Chen's voice carried through the Formation Talismans to every ship.
Buzzz!
The tooth-grating sound of Primordial Magnetism energy gathering rang out again. Dark red arcs leaped around the muzzles, radiating destructive fluctuations.
Below, dozens of miles outside Miaochong Prefecture City.
Hundred Poisons True Lord's gaunt cheeks twitched violently as he watched his opponent completely ignore his challenge outside the city and continue gathering those terrifying Primordial Magnetism beams instead.
He let out a shrill screech and swept his withered claw forward. "Activate the formation! All Spirit Cannons, aim at their treasure ships and fire! Shoot them down!"
Rumble!
On the marshland, the few Spirit Cannons that had been hastily wheeled over, their grades plainly uneven, roared.
Multicolored beams of spiritual light, columns of dark green poison fire, ghastly white bone spears... rained down on the Giant Whale fleet in the sky.
[Large numbers of cultivators left the city. After quite a few cultivators died, Hundred Poisons True Lord's