Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 1235 - 1235 1203 Grest Sun Swordsman Descends on the

1235: Chapter 1203: Grest Sun Swordsman Descends on the Battlefield 1235: Chapter 1203: Grest Sun Swordsman Descends on the Battlefield Magic Vine Minor Realm.

The siege by nurous princes of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan had already lasted for several months, breaking one Formation thod after another, and trampling over one mountain after another.

The void continually shattered, and the ground continually collapsed.

In the end, even the Spiritual Vein and earth veins were forcibly shattered, turning tens of thousands of miles into a weak spiritual environnt.

The great Formation thod swayed in the storm, about to shatter.

“We can’t hold on any longer.”

“It’s beyond redemption.”

Heavenly Calculator Daoist whispered, “Gulin Zi, we are going to flee.

If you are willing, you can escape with us to the edge of the Formation thod, and wait for the next batch of nine million Human Race’s army to arrive.”

“If we can escape and keep fleeing without direct confrontations, we might be able to delay them for a while, perhaps changing the situation of our seniors in battle.”

As for victory, he had already given up hope.

The first batch of nine million cultivators was the most elite army below the God-Transformation Phase of the Nine Great Immortal Sects.

They lost, lost the geographical advantage, and could only shelter in the starry sky, unable to replenish Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, victory was simply impossible.

Taking Gulin Zi with them was also a requirent of the Sect.

Once Gulin Zi falls in battle, the Eastern Devil School might completely abandon this place, because it would no longer have value, removing any hesitation in their considerations and strengthening their internal resolve.

“Sigh!”

The surrounding Daoist disciples looked mournfully.

They, helplessly born in a turbulent era, facing constant fleeing, fighting, hiding in foreign lands; although officially Immortal Sect Disciples and practitioners of Magic Cultivation, they were effectively living like Sword Cultivators.

Their predecessors didn’t have such a miserable life…

—But it seems they weren’t much better.

Since the ergence of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, many Immortal Sect Disciples were involuntary, often forced to engage in deadly battles, no longer the leisurely and carefree Immortals of the past.

Over the hundreds of thousands of years, due to the existence of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the combat capabilities of the Eight Great Immortal Sects had to improve, and those Daoist disciples who couldn’t improve died.

Now, the combat capabilities of the Daoist disciples and Great Experts of the Immortal Sects far exceed the tis before the ergence of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

However, they would rather not have such increased combat abilities.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous noise, the last layer of the Formation thod shattered, collapsing into countless sparks of Spiritual Light.

Nurous cultivators from the Nine Spirits Realm spat blood and staggered backward, the Immortal Mountain Pavilions and warships disintegrated, and the Army Formation completely tore apart.

“Let’s go.”

Heavenly Calculator Daoist let out a long sigh, activated the escape Formation thod prepared in advance, as hazy Space Formation Patterns erged.

They, abandoning all Immortal Sect Disciples and Taoist Soldiers, fled, waiting for another chance.

This was commonplace for the Immortal Sect Disciple; the weak ones are naturally sacrificed for the strong, this is the natural order.

Gu Lin True Lord showed a hesitant expression.

“Fellow Daoist can choose for yourself.”

Heavenly Calculator Daoist didn’t say more, speeding up the escape.

Though the Sect had its commands, if this girl sought death, there was nothing he could do; he couldn’t stay, or hesitate.

In the Immortal Path, selfish interests reign supre, everything prioritizes eternal life.

“Human slave!”

“Damn ants, stop running!”

Cangyan Ancient Emperor’s Son saw many Daoist disciples within the hazy space of white light; his eyes turned blood-red, personally leading a million elite armies of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, piercing through one layer of Formation thod after another, trying to intercept these Human Race Dao Child.

It’s the sa again!

From the beginning, these Human Race Dao Children were so slippery; as soon as they made contact and realized they couldn’t match the power, they’ve been fleeing with the army across various places in the Minor Thousand World, delaying for hundreds of years, presenting many risks to the Horned Devil Realm’s imperial forces engaged in battle outside.

Nine Ancient Emperors’ Sons spent hundreds of years and nurous sacrifices to corner them here.

Now, these Daoist disciples want to flee again!

The eyes of dozens of princes of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan turned blood-red, their monstrous Essence Blood erupted, skyrocketing toward the direction of the ten great Daoist disciples with ferocious speed.

“A bunch of barbarians…”

The Daoists like Heavenly Calculator sighed.

Magic Cultivation, always known for their cunning, deceitful thods, and strong survival abilities, once they decide to abandon the army and flee into the starry sky, these princes of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan might catch them, but certainly not now.

Gu Lin True Lord looked at his many comrades, undecided, his face showing struggle.

These, many are old friends for over a thousand years, he couldn’t bear to watch them die.

All of these are the most elite from the Sect, composed of many slumbering mbers!

In the future, surely, many Nascent Soul Cultivators will be born among them, how could he willingly give up now?

Yet, war is so cruel, not swayed by personal feelings; every person sacrifices, no one can remain detached, there are always regrets.

“Let’s go…”

Gu Lin True Lord cried out in grief.

His rationality overca his emotions, his body rged into the formation of the Nine Great Daoists, providing imnse support in Formation Dao.

“Stop running!”

“Kill, kill, kill!”

The Nine Ancient Imperial Sons of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, and dozens of princes, their eyes all blood-red, so even burst into flas burning their Essence Blood, just to quickly end the conflict here, providing more support for their realm in the Horned Devil Realm.

Alas, it seems too late.

Human Race Magic Cultivators are skilled in calculations, if they can’t hide them with Heavenly Calculations, and can’t crush them with absolute power, they can’t block them, kill them.

This is an extrely resilient profession, especially the elite Human Race Magic Cultivators, every one of them extrely shrewd, embedding the escape deep into their souls.

“Damn it!”

“These lowly slaves!”

The Nine Great Ancient Princes showed furious expressions, already foreseeing the outco.

Suddenly,

The ten mysterious Daoist disciples all stopped, no longer fleeing, and were filled with uncertainty and doubt.

“Hahaha!”

“Hahaha, you cannot escape now!”

The Cangyan Ancient Emperor’s Son was overwheld with joy, unconcerned about whatever unexpected events had occurred.

All he saw was the Daoist disciples stopping, ecstasy surged in his heart.

He roared loudly, shaking the sky, and with burning Essence Blood, lunged towards the ten Great Daoists, aiming to forcefully intercept them and give them no chance for regret.

“Huh?”

“Ah~Hahaha…”

Among the ten Daoist disciples, soone was laughing wildly too—it was the Gu Lin True Lord.

Her laughter was like soone surviving a calamity, her hair disheveled and her laughter unhinged, resembling a madwoman.

The remaining Nine Great Daoist disciples of the Human Race were uncertain and uneasy, their faces full of anxiety.

Unconsciously excluding the Gu Lin True Lord, they tightly huddled together, extrely nervous, always watching the movents of the surroundings.

“Seeking death!”

The Cangyan Ancient Emperor’s Son sneered coldly.

He leapt forward, arriving in front of the ten Great Daoists with the Sky Fla Spear, gathering the murderous aura of a million-strong army formation, as if bringing a piece of heaven and earth to kill, fiercely stabbing at the crazy woman with dark green hair.

Suddenly, the body of Cangyan Ancient Emperor’s Son beca rigid and stopped.

In that instant, the hearts of scores of Horned Demon Imperial Clan mbers shivered inexplicably, a vague fear cultivating in their hearts.

“What is that?”

Everyone, including the heart of Ancient Prince Ming Tian, felt a chill and instinctively looked up at the sky.

In the dark starry sky of the Magic Vine Minor Realm!

A figure, like a shooting star, was rapidly approaching, breaking through the realm, shining with an extrely bright light.

This was normal.

The Yama Hell Equal King Yin-Yang Inversion Array would occasionally capture enemies below the Divinity Transformation Phase into the formation, relentlessly, and similarly in the past, cultivators from the Human Race and Horned Demon Imperial Clan radiating Spiritual Light were pulled into it.

However, this figure was different!

As soon as he appeared, the sensitive and instinctive bodies of the Imperial Clan mbers sent out violent warnings, their bodies shivering uncontrollably with an unprecedented tremor, ice-cold to the bone, unable to dispel it no matter what.

It was as if they had encountered a natural predator!

The natural predator of living beings!

What kind of person could be considered the natural predator of an Imperial Son?!

“What is this thing?!”

“Kill him!”

Many Horned Demon Imperial Clan mbers roared in anger, covering the innate fear that arose in their hearts, unwilling to acknowledge the weakness that erged in their innate disposition.

But, ti did not give them much opportunity to hesitate and doubt.

Although the figure was in the Dead Silent Starry Sky a mont ago, the next mont, he had already descended above everyone.

Light!

Bright and blazing, a trendously golden light!

It was like a terrifying great sun falling from the sky, descending onto the battlefield, the re pressure collapsing the starry sky, breaking the order.

Though alone, his aura seed even more terrifying than the Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s army of millions.

The murderous aura of that Imperial Clan army penetrated through the starry sky, profound and majestic, dazzlingly intense, but it imdiately collapsed the mont he appeared, shrinking by myriad tis, curling up beside the soldiers, extrely vigilant.

All of heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

The sounds of fighting, shouting, roars, and snapping bones, at that mont all disappeared, and everyone dared not make even a single noise, filled with instinctual fear.

In the endless radiance, a sixteen-year-old youth in green clothes stared at the silent battlefield.

He ignored the Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s army of millions, ignored the scores of Imperial Sons, even the eight Ancient Princes were just a glance, his gaze stopping on Ancient Prince Ming Tian.

“Who are you…”

The gaze of Ancient Prince Ming Tian was extrely solemn, staring intensely at this sixteen-year-old Human Race youth who had just appeared.

However, the gaze of the green-clothed youth did not linger on him.

The gaze of the green-clothed youth skimd past Ancient Prince Ming Tian, finally resting on An Tuzi, Heavenly Calculator Daoist, Qingmu and dozens of other Daoist disciples like Ji Liuyue, Xuanwu Daoist, and Shadow Demon Dao…

and so on.

His gaze, crimson as blood!

Clang!

He drew his sword!

“Damn it!”

“Sword cultivator!

This damn wretched man!”

“I knew it!

This damn thing!!”

“Run…”

Heavenly Calculator Daoist, An Tuzi, Ji Liuyue, and others roared furiously.

Their expressions twisted into madness, they instantly burned their Essence Blood, even more resolutely than when they were surrounded and attacked by tens of Imperial Sons and millions of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s army, frantically fleeing towards the distance!