My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1090 A lose-lose situation?

Master Yuding swung his Immortal-Slaying Sword again, and the sword energy, like a bolt of lightning, extended for thousands of meters, sweeping across the area. First, he cleaved a giant ship in two at the waist with one strike, and then he cleaved the giant ship into four pieces with another vertical slash.

The immortal wielding his sword was completely out of proportion to the giant ship that was hundreds of meters long, like an ant swinging its sword at a tree, but the result was that the tree collapsed with a crash.

This is the power of immortals. If a person's technological civilization does not reach a certain level and their production capacity is slightly lacking, even industrial wonders are not enough to be cut down by an immortal who stands at the pinnacle of all living beings with a single sword.

Two sections of the warship, whose anti-gravity engines were still functioning, slowly rose into the air and wobbled into the sky, while the other two sections crashed to the ground, flattening a mountain below.

Just as one warship crashed, the massive hexagonal spatial rift reopened, and two more warships sped in, immediately replenishing the losses. The density of their artillery fire not only did not decrease, but actually increased significantly.

Seeing that the sword energy of the Immortal Slaying Sword was quite powerful against those giant ships, Jade Cauldron True Man seized the opportunity when the reinforcements were distracted, leaped into the air, and the Immortal Slaying Sword drew a dazzling arc in mid-air. The sword energy surged to thousands of feet long and slashed towards the nearest space warship.

With a "crack," the warship's armor was cleaved open by the sword energy, creating a huge gash. The eerie blue light from the energy core dimmed instantly, and the ship began to tilt, plummeting towards the ground.

Just as the warship was about to crash, another warship quickly approached, released a traction beam, dragged the damaged warship to the rear, and dispatched nanobots to carry out emergency repairs. In just a few breaths, the crack in the damaged warship was filled, and it took off again to rejoin the battle.

"These warships can actually be repaired on the spot!" Master Yu Ding's heart sank. Just as he was about to swing his sword again, two technological giants quietly circled behind him, and nano-spider silk shot out from their wrists, binding his limbs.

Master Yu Ding exerted all his spiritual power, and sword energy burst forth from the sword, severing the spider silk. However, the giant's arm transformed into a giant blade of light energy, slashing towards his back.

In the critical moment, Chi Jingzi arrived just in time. The Yin-Yang Mirror shot out white light, temporarily freezing the giant, allowing Yu Ding Zhenren to escape. However, his back was still grazed by the light blade, leaving a scorch mark on his golden body.

The golden dragon, incarnation of Huanglong Zhenren, has now reactivated the "Sky-Locking and Sky-Binding Technique," its divine power covering the sky above the battlefield. The drone swarm, under the distorted laws of physics, has lost control and is falling to the ground in batches, their fuselages exploding upon impact with rocks, scattering metal fragments everywhere.

The spaceships, however, were largely unaffected. The gravitational fields created by the super-large anti-gravity engines of these giant ships were no longer bound by the gravity of the primordial continent. Strictly speaking, they were no longer flying objects on the primordial land, but rather asteroids independent of the primordial land.

The anti-air magic is not the same as the star-falling magic. No matter how powerful the dragon race's innate magic is, it can still cause countless stars to fall to the earth.

A batch of drones crashed, but the giant ship's cabin opened, seemingly endless. Instead of sending new drone squadrons to the battlefield, a swarm of drones with black anti-divine coatings surged in like a tide. Even though the anti-aircraft magic could distort some of the flight trajectories, a large number of drones still broke through the blockade and launched attacks on the immortals.

The battle has entered a fierce stage: the sword energy of the Immortal-Slaying Sword continues to slash down giant ships, but more warships leap in from the space-time rift; the technological giant is quickly reassembled after being destroyed, as if it were an immortal body; the drone swarm takes off and lands repeatedly under the anti-air spell and with continuous support, the silver drones and golden sword energy intertwine in mid-air, forming a tragic scene.

The situation of the four Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect is not optimistic. Guang Chengzi lost his natal magic weapon, and his Dao foundation is shaken. Chi Jingzi's poison from the Daomazhuang flared up again, causing him to tremble all over in pain. His spiritual power gradually dissipated, and he could not even hold the Yin-Yang Mirror. Yu Ding Zhenren had many wounds, and his spiritual power was sluggish. Huanglong Zhenren's golden dragon dharma form had lost most of its scales, and golden blood was sprayed onto the ground like a torrential rain, forming a stream on the ground.

The Demon Alliance is also suffering continuous losses, and the frequency of new batches of space warships jumping into the battlefield has slowed down significantly. Even if Wen Rui had a hoarding habit, he could not accumulate too many of these massive warships in a hundred years. The reorganization speed of the nanobots has gradually slowed down, and the nanounits deployed in this region have suffered excessive losses, to the point that the replenishment speed can no longer keep up with the rate of loss.

The two sides were locked in a difficult tug-of-war, neither able to completely defeat the other, nor able to extricate themselves.

Purple and golden light intertwined in the sky above the battlefield, energy beams clashed with sword energy, and the roars of machinery mingled with the screams of immortals. A fierce battle raged, darkening the sky and obscuring the sun and moon, bearing some resemblance to the Great Battle of the Ten Thousand Immortals seven hundred years ago. Of course, in terms of pure power, this battle was far inferior to the Battle of the Ten Thousand Immortals, but the scene was far more intense and magnificent.

Guang Chengzi gazed at the city outline, twinkling with lights hundreds of miles away, feeling both surprised and doubtful. Four Golden Immortals were attacking a mortal city, yet they hadn't even reached the edge of it before being blocked a hundred miles away from the city and unable to advance an inch.

This would have been unimaginable seven hundred years ago.

Back then, the demons of the Jie Sect set up an ingenious formation to block the army that was going to overthrow King Zhou. Otherwise, the Zhou army, which had a host of divine generals such as Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and Wei Tuo, would have been able to sweep through the enemy lines.

No matter how large the mortal army of the Shang Dynasty was, it was no match for any one of its divine generals.

But now, times have changed. The four Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, the masters of those divine generals, with all their magical treasures and supernatural powers, are fighting to a standstill against these mortals who control wondrous mortal objects and machines.

Originally, they only intended to punish the demon city, which defied the laws of nature and was in cahoots with the demons, in order to lure out the mastermind, Wen Rui. But now, they haven't even seen Wen Rui's face, and they're about to get themselves into trouble. It won't be easy for them to get away unscathed.

Just as he was in a state of confusion and exhausted from defending against attacks coming from all directions, Guang Chengzi suddenly noticed that the situation on the battlefield had taken a strange turn.

The spaceship hovering high in the sky suddenly stopped firing its energy beams, and its gun turrets slowly closed; the twelve technological giants on the ground also stopped attacking, their energy blades dissipated, and the previously intertwined encirclement and kill net instantly collapsed; the drone swarm in the air hovered in mid-air as if it had lost command.

"What's going on? Why did their offensive stop?"

Chi Jingzi gripped the Yin-Yang Mirror with trembling hands. The excruciating pain from the poison of the Horse-Slaying Stake made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes, but he could still feel the sudden decrease in the pressure around him. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes: "Could it be... that they have also exhausted their war resources?"

Chi Jingzi wanted to say that he had exhausted his immortal power, but then he suddenly realized that the other side had not shown any extraordinary energy at all. They had never used any immortal energy, spiritual energy, demonic energy, or demonic energy, so how could they have consumed it?
That's when they changed their tune.

Master Yu Ding leaned on his Immortal-Slaying Sword to barely stand, his Daoist robe torn to shreds. He stared at the spaceship suspended in mid-air, his brow furrowed: "Something's not right. Just now, another warship came through the space-time rift. Their supplies should still be plentiful. Why did they suddenly stop?"

Despite his doubts, he took the opportunity to circulate his remaining immortal power to alleviate his physical fatigue.

After Guang Chengzi lost the Fan Tian Seal, Yu Ding Zhenren, who had played a supporting role in the Investiture of the Gods war, became the main damage dealer in this battle.

His sword energy from the Immortal-Slaying Sword inflicted the greatest damage on his opponent, resulting in a terrifying depletion of his immortal power. The feeling of exhaustion from the depletion of his immortal power surged like a tide, and if the battle continued for a little longer, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

The golden dragon that Huanglong Zhenren had transformed into also restrained its aura, coiling in the air and panting heavily. Its golden dragon eyes stared at the slowly retreating army of demonic mechanical beings, its wariness tinged with a hint of confusion.

(End of this chapter)