Longzang

Chapter 251 Ensuring Firepower
Wei Yuan, Zhang Sheng, and Chuhe Zhenren swaggered towards Wucheng, naturally attracting the attention of the Wu tribe, and three great shamans took to the air to greet them.

Wei Yuan stopped several dozen miles away from Wucheng, watching the three great shamans slowly approach.

Wei Yuan sneered, "What, scared? Were you beaten too badly last time?"

A high priest roared, "Are you here to die?"

Wei Yuan scoffed, "You creatures that look like humans dare to speak to me? Where's that guy who's just a head? Tell him to come out and see me!"

The high priests were furious, but miraculously they didn't lash out. Their gazes passed over Wei Yuan, lingering for a moment on Master Chuhe, as a gesture of respect, before all the high priests focused their attention on Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng was still dressed in a scholar's robe, one hand behind his back and the other holding a history book, looking like a scholar on his way to take the imperial examination. But when the great shamans saw him, they felt a faint sting in their eyes and their bodies trembled instinctively.

The three great shamans were all surprised and doubtful. This person was clearly not a Dharma Image, so why did he give off a much greater pressure than the old Taoist priest next to him?
Wei Yuan noticed the expressions of the three great shamans and secretly praised them, thinking that his teacher's acting skills were getting better and better.

At this point, Wei Yuan felt the atmosphere was just right, so he said, "If we fight here, I'm afraid you'll just turn around and run back to your hideout. How about we go two hundred miles southwest and make our move?"

The three great shamans, of course, agreed to the challenge and flew southwest. That place was equidistant from both the border region and the shaman city, so anyone who wanted to escape would have to go through some trouble.

Wei Yuan flew at a leisurely pace, when suddenly the voice of Master Chuhe echoed in his mind: "Boy, don't forget, this old Taoist can't really use his immortal sword much."

Wei Yuan replied with his divine sense, "It's alright, my teacher can't use his immortal sword much either."

The True Man of the Hoeing Fields was taken aback, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed amiss.

Just as they were about to reach the battle site, a black dot suddenly streaked across the sky in the distance, flying towards Wucheng!

The horns immediately sounded in Wucheng, but the thing was too fast. The horns had barely sounded when it was already above Wucheng!

Strangely, the city's protective array did not react. Naturally, the shamans and warriors on duty would not allow that thing to fall, so several magical artifacts flew up to intercept it.

But at that moment, a tall tower appeared faintly in the sky, and all the magical artifacts were a beat too slow, brushing past it.

A nobleman from the witch clan on the city wall roared, revealing his true form, which was over ten feet tall and completely black. He leaped up like lightning and actually grabbed the thing!

He roared, tightened his arms, and then saw a sun bloom in his arms. Then everything went black, and he knew nothing more.

Above Wucheng, a small sun appeared out of thin air, and a terrifying storm swept across everything on the city walls. Flying steel shards sliced ​​several unfortunate sorcerers in two, and the sorcerers within a hundred feet felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer in the head, and suddenly could not hear anything.

Several ordinary Wu tribe members from Baizhang got up from the ground, still a little dizzy and confused, not understanding what had happened. Suddenly, a dark object fell from the sky and hit them at their feet.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered it was a black arm with twitching fingers.

Several members of the witch clan were terrified and fled in all directions. Just then, another object streaked across the sky and crashed into the witch city. This time, the witches and warriors were still recovering from the earlier explosion and could only watch helplessly as the object smashed into the city!
With a deafening roar, a massive fireball rose into the sky, and the storm flattened all the houses within a radius of several dozen feet! The flying steel fragments were deadly weapons; whether they were wizards, warriors, or nobles, anyone who was hit by one would die.

Within the realm, Wang Yu tapped out rhythms, using his Dao power to guide and correct the cultivators' movements. Dozens of Body Forging Masters chanted commands, carrying steel pipes called cannon barrels to the front of the formation, and loaded the cannonballs.

Xu Yi and several Foundation Establishment cultivators were responsible for activating the formation, pushing the cannonball into its orbit, and propelling it forward.

The cannonball glided along the array's track, propelled by pairs of Foundation Establishment cultivators along the way, its speed increasing slightly at each node it passed. After a thousand feet, at the end of the track, it was almost flashing with lightning speed, then suddenly rose up, soaring into the sky and roaring towards Witch City.

Under Wang Yu's command, before the first shell had even completely left its trajectory, the next shell was already planted in the formation. According to Qingming, this was called "ensuring firepower."

At this moment, bursts of flames rose from within the Witch City, and enormous black clouds surged upwards, blasting countless members of the Witch Clan away amidst the firelight. Initially, there was resistance from within the Witch City, but the appearance of a massive nine-tiered tower in the sky rendered all magical artifacts ineffective.

As for the city's defensive array, it was severely damaged when the first cannonball landed because it failed to activate in time, and was completely destroyed when the next few cannonballs landed. The only defensive array in the entire Witch City capable of dealing with the Nine-Story Demon-Suppressing Pagoda failed, and the wizards and nobles suffered heavy casualties in the continuous bombardment, making it impossible to organize an effective resistance.

Even now, they still don't know what these flying things are. They only know that these things are extremely powerful, yet they have almost no magical fluctuations. If you don't look at them with your naked eye, you can hardly detect their trajectory with your divine sense.

If one hadn't witnessed it flying in from the sky, one would have thought it was some human avatar hiding in the heavens, wildly unleashing magical spells. The only ones capable of intercepting it beneath the Nine-Tiered Demon-Suppressing Pagoda were the three Great Witches, but they were currently over a hundred miles away.

When the three great shamans saw the explosions and flames in the city, they realized they had fallen for a diversionary tactic.
Their eyes blazed with fury, and they were just about to return to save the city when they suddenly saw Wei Yuan point his spear to the sky, a dim yellow light emanating from it. Then, in a melodious voice, he proclaimed, "Immortal Path Yellow..."

Is this the shot that almost killed Yan Xin?
The three great shamans were on high alert, none daring to take the spear in their backs. Unlike Yan Xin, who possessed naturally strong bloodlines and boundless vitality, surviving the loss of three thousand years of lifespan, it was uncertain whether these three great shamans combined could even retain three thousand years of lifespan.

But Wei Yuan couldn't pronounce the last word, and then the dim yellow light on the spearhead flickered and went out!

The three great shamans were taken aback and were about to return when Wei Yuan gave an awkward smile and said again, "The Immortal Path... Yellow..."

A dim yellow light shone from the tip of the spear again, this time with a touch of pale red, exuding a refreshing and ethereal aura.

The high priests exchanged bewildered glances, remaining on guard. They were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or leave. They wanted to rush forward, but with Zhang Sheng watching coldly from the sidelines, they clearly wouldn't gain any advantage.

As for the old Taoist priest, the great shamans all felt it was just a matter of slapping him casually. This was outside the Azure Netherworld, the home ground of the shaman clan; the old Taoist priest wouldn't cause any trouble.

As expected, the dim yellow light on the tip of Wei Yuan's spear disappeared again.

Even the most foolish of the high shamans realized they'd been tricked by Wei Yuan. That spear strike capable of extinguishing lifespan must have had numerous limitations, perhaps even a limited number of uses; Wei Yuan clearly couldn't use it now. The high shamans gritted their teeth in hatred, but were powerless against Wei Yuan and could only return to save the city.
Behind him, Wei Yuan shouted again, "Immortal..."

Before the great shamans could even start cursing, a golden torrent suddenly appeared and struck the slowest but strongest great shaman!
The great shaman was furious and about to retaliate when he suddenly discovered that his protective magic power crumbled upon contact with the golden stream of water! Then, his superior armor only lasted for a few breaths before being pierced by the water!

Its once-proud physical body was in even worse condition; in the blink of an eye, its skin was completely eroded away, and it began to erode its flesh and blood.

A swift-thinking shaman pulled the other shaman aside, while another shaman conjured a blade of light several meters long and slashed fiercely at the water. The blade of light and the Golden Water Blade Technique clashed for a moment; the blade of light shattered, but the Golden Water Blade Technique continued to fly, only dissipating hundreds of meters away.

The great shaman's expression was strange. In the brief exchange, he discovered that his magical power was actually inferior to Wei Yuan's, and not only in quality but also in quantity!

He was both shocked and furious, and for a moment he could only think: What kind of monster is this guy?

The great shaman, who had been ambushed by Wei Yuan, now had a wound the size of a washbasin on his waist, with bone already visible. He had been careless and driven by his competitive spirit, resulting in a serious injury.

The three great shamans were both shocked and furious. They dared not linger and quickly returned to the city of shamans.

Wei Yuan secretly lamented that if another elder from his sect had been present, they might have been able to preserve a great shaman. It was a pity that his master's immortal sword was forbidden; once outside the realm, it was merely a decorative object.

He himself had just used up half of his Dao power with the Golden Light Water Blade Technique, and could only use it once more at most. Without Qingming, Wei Yuan was practically just a figurehead.

Wei Yuan did not give chase; he kept counting the number of cannonballs fired. By the time the three great shamans returned, the bombardment had ended.

When the three great shamans returned, half of the shaman city was reduced to ruins, with countless dead and wounded. Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, the three great shamans felt a wave of dizziness wash over them.

The explosion had a very large range, and although the power was not concentrated, ordinary members of the witch clan would hardly escape death if they were within the blast radius.

The city of Wu was hastily built, with all the effort focused on its walls and defensive array. The vast majority of the buildings within the city were quick-built wooden huts, with only the altar made of stone. A cannonball landing in the cluster of wooden huts could destroy everything within a radius of several dozen feet.

The central altar was also hit by two shells, and a corner of it collapsed. The priceless altar array was destroyed and needed to be rebuilt.

Looking at the devastated city of Wu, the great shamans could hardly believe their eyes. What kind of attack could be so fierce, yet they could hardly sense any Daoist energy at the scene?
In a short period of time, the witch city, which had been built with the full strength of the tribe, was destroyed. To rebuild it, it would cost at least half the original amount of money.

The three great shamans were unaware that Wei Yuan had fired all thirty-odd cannonballs he had been rushing to produce over the past few days. He made up for the lack of gunpowder power with quantity, loading each cannonball with three thousand catties of gunpowder.

In other words, Wei Yuan threw 100,000 jin of gunpowder onto Wucheng.

(End of this chapter)