Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"The Ninth Division once again encountered a young man with large ears, believed to be a core true disciple from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, leading to the total annihilation of the division. Upon confirming that the situation was beyond salvation, their division commander summoned a barrage of artillery fire, achieving eleven enemy foundation-building cultivator casualties."

Jiang Ding's heart trembled, and he quickened his pace even more, flipping through the combat records.

The familiar Zombie Nether Torrent appeared above the armored tank division in the sky, the cannon fire and the sound of heavy machine guns rat-a-tatted. The smell of gunpowder permeated the battlefield.

The young man with large ears appeared again!

He once again successfully infiltrated within a two-kilometer range and precisely locked onto the position of the Ninth Division's commander. In an instant, a force similar to gravity materialized, crushing including the Ninth Division commander's, over a hundred Qi Practitioners' heads into the size of fists with broken bones and blood splattering everywhere.

The moment he made his move, the other foundation-building cultivators, thoroughly concealed in all directions, also acted.

Maintaining their basic optical invisibility magic, they erupted with terrifying speed, entering within the two-kilometer radius of the division headquarters and each targeting a zone of Xianmen Qi Practitioners with magic, with each foundation-building cultivator's strike resulting in the deaths of dozens of Qi Practitioners.

"Fire!"

The commander of the Ninth Division roared, simultaneously summoning friendly artillery for a covering bombardment.

All other Xianmen Qi Practitioners who locked onto the enemy with Spirit Element Radars performed similar actions.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Within a few breaths, ten thousand streaks of white traces sorrowfully streaked across the sky, and among them, more than two thousand armor-piercing bullets were incredibly agile, each pursuing and seeking out their targets, flying towards specific individuals.

The Eighth Division had already entered within thirty kilometers of interference distance!

The cultivators from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace immediately changed color and, no longer caring about anything else, fled frantically in the direction away from the 11th Division. Using various methods such as earth escape, wood escape, and concealment, they quickly disappeared without a trace.

Leaving behind the corpses of eleven foundation-building cultivators.

Nearly ten thousand Xianmen Warriors and Qi Practitioners, under the coverage of tens of thousands of artillery shells, were instantly decimated to the last man.

The situations of the other six divisions weren't as grave. Without encountering the peak core true disciples of foundation building from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, after a back-and-forth combat with the invading foundation-building cultivators, all suffered not insignificant casualties.

"The military achievements aren't as significant."

"Xianmen citizens should not be so easily sacrificed."

Jiang Ding carefully watched nearly ten thousand of his peers die instantaneously under the artillery barrage, his frown deepening.

"Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators are moving away from the Eighth Division at a thirty-kilometer interference direction. If it's not a feint, then the direction is..." Jiang Ding drew on his micro-computer, and after a moment, his heart trembled.

"The 11th Division!"

"My direction!"

Jiang Ding held his breath, his Flying Sword trembling, Sword Intent humming softly, fully powering up Scout Camouflage to conceal all traces of his life, quietly waiting.

After more than ten minutes.

The first silent shadow entered the range of one-kilometer Sword Intent sensation.

The Sword Intent of Destruction hummed softly.

It outlined in his Divine Soul the image of a man with a hooked nose and dark skin, wearing an earthy brown robe.

His forward movement wasn't fast, even slower than the full burst of a Xiantian Martial Artist, and compared to the speed of foundation-building cultivators, it was practically creeping.

He was also extremely careful and cautious, going out of his way to avoid even a blade of grass the size of a hair, not daring to disturb anything.

He was like a moving dead stone, with an unbelievably weak presence.

Without unleashing magic fluctuations, even a Second-order Infantry Spirit Radar couldn't detect them from kilometers away.

Many assassins in the Cultivation World, heralded for their abilities to kill or ambush, couldn't hold a candle to these Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators.

One breath, two breaths…six breaths, and still no one else passed within the kilometer range.

Throughout, it was only the dark-skinned hook-nosed man, who was about to leave the kilometer range of Sword Intent sensation.

"With such a width of the military formation..."

Jiang Ding's expression turned ugly.

The Divine Sense of foundation-building cultivators spanned between one thousand to two thousand kilometers depending on their cultivation base. Without considering mutual support, a spacing of five or six kilometers was possible!

With such battlefield width, with such mobility, defensive, and concealment abilities of foundation-building cultivators, how was it possible to lock on for bombardment?

"Chief of Staff of the East Army Group - An Siyan is leading the 12th Division to join the 11th Division. The precision and response speed of artillery fire within a thirty-kilometer radius have been greatly enhanced."

"Copy to nearby officers of all levels."

Jiang Ding's heart trembled again.

He remembered that quiet woman with glasses, all three of her Jade Slip Magical Equipment Embryos used to enhance computing power, with combat ability relatively weaker compared to other outstanding cultivators of Xianmen.

Connecting to her communication channel.

"Dari Swordsman? What's the matter, I need to join up with Xu Jianian as soon as possible to assist with his command."

An Siyan's puzzled voice came through.

Jiang Ding's face darkened.

But he did understand something; this person's combat specialization was as a staff officer, and she also possessed a not so weak capability for combat command.

"If I was in direct confrontation with Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators, could you ensure my protection?"

"Are you crazy?!"

An Siyan sounded somewhat incredulous:

"That's not how we Xianmen cultivators fight."

"Can your armored command vehicle detect the enemy? I have a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace within my kilometer range, within your thirty-kilometer scouting radius."

Jiang Ding stated flatly.

"My scouting range is fifty kilometers."

"There is no... detection."

An Siyan's voice hesitated: "I understand what you mean, but I've never done something like this. There are no Xianmen cultivators like you..."