Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 789 - 789 770 Yin Yang Thunder Magnetic Field Electr

789: Chapter 770 Yin Yang Thunder Magnetic Field Electromagnetic Sword Technique 789: Chapter 770 Yin Yang Thunder Magnetic Field Electromagnetic Sword Technique “You’re too weak,”

Heavenwards, Jiang Ding shook his head lightly.

Taking it seriously, it was a matter of just one sword strike.

There was indeed value, but it wasn’t high.

“You can die now.”

“Hmm, this doesn’t seem quite right, it makes appear like a blood-thirsty person, a warmongering maniac.”

“That’s not the fact.”

Jiang Ding gripped the sword hilt and looked at the 600 Hairy Spirits encircling the Giant Spirit General.

“Then this way, on behalf of the resentnt of all beings in this realm, as well as the wishes of the people of the Geomagnetic Realm, I grant you death,”

he stated indifferently.

This was a political necessity.

At the sa ti, it was also the truth.

Each of these Hairy Spirits, in a mortal kingdom, would be enshrined as different deities, their Belief in Incense tinged with a pungent stench of blood and hatred that could not be dissolved, requiring the blood sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of procreated mortals each year, converting it into bloody nourishnt for consumption.

Not for any reason, but simply because this was the most efficient way to absorb the Belief in Incense, and to dissolve the excess population of mortals, preventing the desolation of the land.

The massive numbers of dead mortal bodies and the Divine Souls entering Reincarnation would also increase the overall concentration of Spiritual Energy in the environnt, thereby improving it.

It could be called a win-win situation.

The Immortal Sects were not unsupported Loose Cultivators; they understood sustainable developnt.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed.

Boom!

Between drawing the sword and its descent, endless thunders exploded, blue electric arcs forming around him, a network of electromagnetic induction lines spreading in every direction, manifesting tangibly, turning the area within hundreds of kiloters into a sea of thunder and electromagnetism.

Imdiately afterward, strands of azure magnetic field lines appeared in front of the youth, creating loops and spirals, with thunder trailing them into the distance.

There were two tracks of these coil-like trajectories.

The left track was composed of negative thunder and magnetic fields,

the right electromagnetic coil of positive thunder and magnetic fields,

the Yin and Yang tracks running parallel, electromagnetic coils that sprawled endlessly to the farthest reach of sight, without limit.

At the center was a Taiqing Flying Sword surging with azure thunder light, endless currents encircling it, the space around it humming with energy.

All of this happened in the span of a breath, leaving no chance for reaction.

Whir!

The mont the sword was ford, the intent to kill spread far and wide.

“This is…”

The Giant Spirit God in golden armor, standing in void with a blood-red giant axe, revealed a look of terror.

The Copper Turtle beneath him sensed the danger and frantically retracted into its shell, no longer daring to snarl defiantly.

The bodies of the 600 Hairy Spirits around him trembled uncontrollably, wanting to flee, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t move an inch.

“Jia,”

“Your na is Jia, right?”

Jiang Ding, fixating on the Yin-Yang electromagnetic coils before him, and the central Taiqing Flying Sword with its endless flow of electricity, said, “You are lucky; this is the first Electromagnetic Sword Technique I’ve created.

It’s drawn from the principle of the electromagnetic cannon, a product of much heartblood, years spent correcting flaws, and I believe it has reached the level suitable for actual combat.”

“I hope you can provide with a different answer.”

Sizzling…

The sound of an extre high-voltage current, the sound of electricity ionizing the air.

Then,

Boom!

Along with an earth-shaking explosion, the Taiqing Flying Sword vanished, traveling along the Yin-Yang thunder and electromagnetic rails, transforming under the Sword Qi Thunder Sound into a state of half-energy, half-matter, significantly reducing resistance, disappearing from all Divine Sense and radar detection.

Behind it,

the once active Yin-Yang thunder and electromagnetic rails shattered like a dream.

An endless murderous intent enveloped everything, guiding the targeted Divine Soul.

The cold premonition of death descended without a trace of vitality.

Even before the sword arrived, the Divine Soul had already clearly felt itself descend into hell.

“Drink…”

“Ah!”

The Giant Spirit General, transford by King Jia, roared in rage.

Under such a clear conviction of death, he burned his blood, he burned his life.

Even the Copper Turtle beneath him let out a piteous cry, dying within its shell.

Its abundant vitality and Divine Soul’s power burst forth, fully rging into its shell as resolute as divine tal, amplifying its aura to almost surpass the limits of a Nascent Treasure.

The Gold Light Turtle Shell rose from underneath his feet, standing in front of King Jia.

He had resolutely sacrificed the Life Beast that accompanied him from insignificance and shared his own life’s blood!

There was no future left!

Should he fail to make it past this obstacle, there would be nothing left.

He could no longer afford to care about the future path.

“Ah…”

The Giant Spirit General’s body radiated with blood light, his vitality steaming, towering and resolute, like an ancient mythological god of war, dancing with a battle-axe.

The six hundred Hairy Spirits sensed sothing and scread in terror, but to no avail.

Flas burst forth from their bodies, transforming into bursts of Gold Light, which fell upon the blood-red battle-axe, endowing it with six hundred layers of Golden Pill-level sharpness and solidity of magic.

“Kill!”

The Giant Spirit General bellowed and swung down his giant axe.

In front, the Gold Light Turtle Shell boiled with Vajra Dharma Intention like never before, restless and agitated, adding layer upon layer of Gold Light to him as though in an ultimate sublimation, he was about to break through himself.

Sizzle…

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…

At that mont, from afar, a faint sound of electric current could be heard, like the minute whisper between lovers.

King Jia’s body, transford into the Giant Spirit General, stiffened.

He felt virtually no pain at all as his body went limp, and darkness descended before his eyes, an unstoppable eternal night closing in.

On the brink of death, with his last bit of strength, he moved his eyeballs and finally saw so things.

In the center of the turtle shell that had received the sacrifice of the Life Beast—a Copper Turtle containing the Xuanwu bloodline and which had grown up alongside him—a punch-sized hole appeared, its edges neat and sharp.

In the blood-colored giant axe he held—a Life Treasure comparable to a high-quality Nascent Treasure—a hole had appeared on the blade.

Last was his breastplate, a special top-tier Nascent Treasure from the Heavenly Palace that even Golden Pill Monks could use, capable of withstanding a strike from a Nascent Soul Peak Cultivator without damage, which now also had a punch-sized hole in it.

Under the sunlight,

a bright beam of light shone from behind him, passing unobstructed through his heart and casting its rays onto the space before him, clear from front to back.

Having burned all, everything he had.

All for naught.

“…When…

did this…”

King Jia murmured from his mouth, his last shred of Divine Soul shattered.

The hundred-zhang tall body of the Giant Spirit General collapsed thunderously, plumting to the ground.

Not shrinking—that was his true form.

The body was rely a cover for his usual self, like a divine mountain falling to earth, his blood spraying the sky, a deity falling from the heavens.

In the sky, a Flying Sword shone brightly, its entire body a fiery red gradually cooling from its high temperature to reveal its Bluegold form, humming incessantly and vibrating with excitent, emanating killing intent from every inch.

Not enough,

far from enough!

Monts later, a hand grasped her.

“Good girl, they are too weak, and I can’t do much either.”

Jiang Ding’s eyes, which had been a magma-like crimson, gradually receded, regaining so calm as he looked into the distance: “Did you sense the presence of the Taoist disciples?

Good.”

“It must be Zhong Yuanzi.”

“He has co to this world, which is good for us—we won’t co up empty-handed.”

Surrounding them, with another simultaneous salvo of the ship’s guns, all the armies of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace were obliterated.

The transport ships opened their hatches, and parachutes unfolded, dropping tanks, armored vehicles, and an unending stream of Qi Practicing Realm soldiers from the sky to cover the land, numbering in the millions.

They would eradicate all resistance in the Geomagnetic Realm, seize control of this place, lay down roots, and establish the dominion of the Xiann Sect.