Dimensional Strike

March 5, tuesday.

After being endlessly bombarded by the Federation army last night and having another exhausting dream in his sleep, Ren Suo still felt as though he had been beaten several times. He was utterly exhausted when he got up.

But it did not matter. It would all be over soon anyway. He just did not know why looking at his phone made him feel disgusted, as though he had gotten tired of playing with it—but he quickly dismissed that pointless illusion.

The Federation army was no pushover. Forget eight minutes; the Gatekeeper could not even hold out for four. He could not even charge out of the position before Federation artillery blasted him straight into scraps.

The tactical value of high-level cultivators lay in guerrilla warfare. In a frontal clash like this, it was still the domain of modern weaponry. Ren Suo simply could not withstand map-wide saturation fire, and dozens of snipers were targeting and intercepting him. Even when Ren Suo tried to break into the crowd, Federation Practitioners stopped him.

That position had originally been set up to fight Diedra's army of Transcendents!

Ren Suo had practically run straight into the muzzle of a gun—and one that had been bottling things up for days, had not fired a single shot, and was itching to unleash everything.

Could only an army deal with an army?

A drizzling rain had been falling over Lianjiang since morning. The high was only 22 degrees, and the noisy wind carried a faint chill. Ren Suo kept Blazing Flames Domination at its first-tier energy consumption state all day, continuously giving off a slight warmth—he did not mind becoming central air conditioning. If it could make others feel comfortable and slightly raise his emotional value, then everyone benefited.

That afternoon, Ren Suo rode