Longzang

Chapter 843 Covering Strike
The grand ceremony was held on the outskirts of Yong'an City, where five venues were set up, each adjusted to one of the five elements to help cultivators break through. As for more advanced special attributes, such as life, thunder, wind, spirit, tranquility, or even the four sacred beasts and yin and yang, there were no preparations made at all.

Some independent cultivators have actually raised this question, which has attracted many strange looks.

Wei Yuan paced back and forth above the great formation, opening and closing the instantaneous beings according to the procedure. There were two rounds of instantaneous beings in the process, and then the young masters and ladies who spent a lot of money had four rounds.

As the number of participants increased, Wei Yuan discovered that Qingming's nurturing speed was far from keeping up with the demands of the "Instantaneous Beings." Activating the "Instantaneous Beings" skill on 50,000 Body Forging Perfection cultivators was also quite taxing, so Wei Yuan would never activate it again. As for the wealthy young masters and ladies who spent a lot of money, they deserved even more.

However, the process clearly outlines when to turn it on and off, and there's an automatic reminder from the system. Wei Yuan can neither turn it on too early nor too late. As a result, Wei Yuan feels like he's now a human-shaped automatic switch, with absolutely no autonomy.

Fortunately, no one knew he was a human-shaped automatic switch. Looking up at the majestic figure of the Realm Lord in the sky, feeling the fortune descending like a spring breeze and rain, and the spiritual power surging out like a volcanic eruption after all beings were activated, many cultivators were shocked beyond words and honestly contributed their fortune, which made Wei Yuan feel a little gratified.

As the second round of instantaneous beings began, all cultivators started foundation building at the same moment, and the entire world fell silent instantly.

From his vantage point, Wei Yuan could clearly see that two thousand individual cultivation positions were set up on a small, isolated mountain peak. To sit in one of those positions, one would have to pay fifty times the usual price. That's right, not ten times, but fifty times.

But even at a price that made Wei Yuan somewhat uneasy, two thousand guys still paid for it this year!

While waiting for everyone to complete their foundation-building process, Wei Yuan suddenly felt a bit bored, so he contacted Master Chuhe, who replied that the new weapons had just been prepared, and there were only fifty in total.

Fifty missiles are enough... With a thought, Wei Yuan launched dozens of missiles into the sky, heading towards the Wu Clan camp.

In the vanguard camp of the Witch Army, Liu Lan suddenly felt an inexplicable irritation. She swung her snake tail wildly, sending the debris on the altar flying everywhere.

He stood up, now over ten zhang tall, and with the mobile altar itself also ten zhang tall, he could see quite far.

The canal is still progressing slowly, and it is still more than 350 li away from Qingming. The slaves and commoners are particularly timid, and they scatter and flee at the sight of a flash in the sky. The guards try to kill and beat them, but to no avail.

Liu Lan could no longer contain himself and led the vanguard legion closer and closer to the front lines. However, the canal was blocked, preventing the massive mobile altars from moving. Not to mention, the main altar was divided into more than ten parts, requiring the excavation of a large lake and the piecing together of each piece.

Without the altar, the witch tribe cannot fight at all.

Just then, several points of light flashed across the distant horizon. Immediately, the Wu tribe people at the front line dropped their tools and began to flee in disarray.

Seeing the numerous points of light, some of the archer shamans quietly increased their distance from the canal construction site. After all, although these missiles weren't lethal, they would still hurt if they hit them.

Liu Lan had witnessed this scene more than once, but there was nothing she could do. The shattered city lay directly overhead, and although it was just the edge, Liu Lan could faintly sense malevolent gazes sweeping back and forth. Some of these gazes were even noticeably tilted. The moment she sensed these celestial gazes, Liu Lan's scales bristled, and she felt a chill run down her spine. This meant that the extraterrestrial monsters were extremely close to this world, almost pressed against the sky, and attempting to burrow into the shattered gap.

So Liu Lan dutifully did the work of a commander and never took action.

However, the trajectory of the missiles that flew this time was clearly different from the past. They actually bypassed the construction site in front and flew straight towards the vanguard of the Wu tribe behind!

Liu Lan was instantly enraged; this was blatant provocation! He immediately ordered that every Great Shaman be pulled up with a sharp cry and taken to their combat posts, then strictly commanded them to intercept with all their might, not allowing a single missile to land!
Dozens of missiles roared in, and just as they were about to reach the airspace above the shaman army camp, their speed suddenly increased dramatically!

Liu Lan sneered. He had seen this kind of trick many times before and already had a countermeasure. All the archery shamans either delayed their attack by a moment, then seized the opportunity after the missile accelerated and began to intercept it with fire. The shamans who were confident in their firing rate fired as is, and then began to intercept with a barrage of arrows.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of swift, heavy arrows soared into the sky, forming a dense net to intercept the missile. Liu Lan could almost picture the missiles being detonated, just as he had witnessed a few days prior.

However, a bizarre scene unfolded!

Suddenly, all the missiles seemed to come alive, twisting and turning in the air with incredible agility, dodging the heavy arrows one by one, and then passing through the intercepting arrow rain through almost impossible gaps, crashing down on the military camp below.

Hundreds of archer shamans intercepted fifty missiles, yet forty-five of them slipped through. For a moment, Liu Lan even wondered if all the archer shamans had betrayed them!
The missile hurtled down, exploding dozens of feet in the air, propelling thousands of short cones, each about the length of a hand, towards the military camp below. Large bursts of blood-red light instantly erupted from the bodies of the witch warriors, nobles, and sorcerers. Many sorcerers were hit by a single missile, their arms or legs severed in two; some were even unlucky enough to be cleaved in two!

Not to mention nobles and sorcerers, even a great sorcerer would immediately have a bloody hole in his body if hit by it. Even a great sorcerer known for his strong physique could not withstand the impact of the short cone, and small holes would be punched into his body.

Ordinary elite warriors, even heavy cavalry, would be killed in a single blow.

After a salvo of missiles, Liu Lan scanned the area with her divine sense and already knew the casualties: a total of more than 10,000 elite troops!

Inevitably, commotion and chaos broke out in the military camp, but these were naturally suppressed by the high shamans. Liu Lan, on the other hand, transformed into a silver lightning bolt, flying down from the altar and landing in front of a relatively intact missile wreckage. The missile had been hit by the high shaman, but the warhead had not exploded; instead, it was burning fiercely.

Liu Lan exhaled a mouthful of silver mist, instantly extinguishing the flames. Then he personally disassembled the artifacts, wanting to see what these magical treasures, capable of evading the arrows of the Great Archer Shaman, were all like.

The missile warhead contained a small amount of burnt explosives, a large number of neatly arranged short cones, and a charred corpse fixed inside the warhead. Judging from its shape and size, it resembled some kind of large rodent.

(End of this chapter)