After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

The sound waves swept across the mountain road, rendering most of the traps useless. The remaining homemade explosives had their fuses exposed, and the spikes and tripwires buried in the soil were scattered all over the ground.

"Rush!!!"

At the command of the army commander at the foot of the mountain, the soldiers in black armor raised their shields and held their spears.

Shouting battle cries, they charged up the mountain, followed by disciples from various sects, densely packed like ants, their footsteps thumping loudly on the mountain path.

"put!!"

The players on the wall gritted their teeth and fired the remaining crossbow bolts, instantly killing a large number of the soldiers at the front.

But the people behind them continued to rush up, stepping over the corpses. When they reached the place where the explosives were buried, the player gritted his teeth and lit the fuse.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"

A series of explosions rang out, flames shot into the sky, and dirt was blasted into the air, some several meters high.

The first hundred or so Imperial Guards, all at the early stage of the Acquired Realm, were blown to pieces.

However, the soldiers in the later stages of the Acquired Realm were only pushed off balance by the shockwave, and their bodies were cut by a few pieces of rock, but their skin was not broken much.

The disciples and soldiers at the late stage of the Acquired Realm directly activated their true qi to protect themselves. The shockwave from the explosion struck their protective qi without leaving a single white mark, and they didn't even stop walking.

"Damn! This explosive is useless against experts!"

"Roll logs and stones! Smash them!!"

The players pushed the logs and large rocks piled up against the wall down, and they rolled down with a rumble, knocking down a whole area.

But the soldiers, holding their shields, stubbornly pushed forward and soon reached the wall, where they set up ladders and began to climb.

The players drew their short swords and clashed with the soldiers and sect disciples who were climbing up.

The clanging of swords striking armor, the muffled thuds of spears piercing bodies, screams, and shouts of battle mingled together.

The player was knocked down, lay on the ground catching his breath, then endured his wounds, got up, and continued hacking away. His fearless attitude stunned the Imperial Guards.

They had never seen anyone so fearless, still wielding a knife even with a severed arm, and still trying to charge forward even after having their head chopped off.

"Kill them!!! These evil demons and heretics! Ten taels of silver will be awarded for each one killed!"

"The Fourth Calamity will never be a slave!! Fuck you!"

The battle raged below, but the innate masters in the sky didn't even bother to glance at it.

Min Tong of the Heavenly Spear Sect sneered, and a bright silver spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The spear tip emitted a white spear light several meters long. He took a step into the air and thrust it directly at Zhao Hao on the wall.

The spear's edge tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and the air in its path was distorted and burned.

"careful!!"

Zhao Hao's expression changed. He channeled all his innate qi into his hands, clasped his palms together, and a dragon's roar resounded.

A ten-foot-long golden dragon-shaped aura shot out from his palm, a powerful and unrestrained energy.

Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming also made their moves at the same time. Zhang Lei used his Iron Sand Palm technique, with black qi enveloping his palm.

Zhou Ming drew his iron sword, and a ten-foot-long blade of energy slashed towards Min Tong. The three attacks arrived simultaneously, blocking all of Min Tong's escape routes.

Even a grain of rice can shine brightly.

Min Tong chuckled and flicked her wrist, twirling her spear in a flourish.

With three crisp clangs, the dragon-shaped qi was shattered by the spear tip.

The palm wind was swept away by the spear light and scattered, while the blade energy collided with the spear shaft and shattered into fragments.

"puff--"

The three men simultaneously groaned, as if they had been hit by a truck, and staggered back a dozen steps.

The bricks on the wall crumbled from his footsteps, and Zhao Hao felt a sweet taste in his throat, almost spitting out blood.

Is this the strength of a mid-stage Innate Realm cultivator?

The three of them, one had just reached the early stage of the Innate Realm and the other two had just entered the Innate Realm, had their all-out attack broken by a casual spear.

"Is this all you've got? You dare to claim the mountain as your own?" Min Tong hovered in mid-air, his spear pointing diagonally at the ground, not even activating his protective aura. His tone was full of disdain.

"He dares to act recklessly right after entering the Innate Realm, without even an Innate Realm move. He tries to fool people with his Acquired External Skills?"

Who gave you the guts?

As he spoke, he pressed his spear down, and a white spear beam, dozens of feet long, slashed down directly, its target being Zhao Hao on the wall.

Zhao Hao gritted his teeth and pushed forward with both palms. Golden qi condensed into a shield in front of him. With a loud "boom", the spear light struck the qi shield, and the entire mountain shook.

The protective aura shield shattered into specks of light, and Zhao Hao flew out like a broken sack, crashing into the wall of the council hall behind him and creating a large hole in it.

"Brother Hao!!"

Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming's eyes turned red, and they rushed forward from the left and right, unleashing blade energy and palm strikes at Min Tong.

But Min Tong didn't even dodge. Once she activated her protective aura, all the attacks hit her without leaving a mark.

He casually fired two shots, and Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing to the ground and spitting out blood, unable to get up for a long time.

too weak.

They are not even in the same league as the opponent.

They have been immersed in the innate cultivation for decades, possessing innate techniques and moves passed down through their sect, and their qi is so solid it's almost tangible.

The three of them had only broken through a few days ago and didn't even have innate cultivation techniques; they only knew how to use external skills learned later in life.

The moves forced out by external force are no different from children playing house in other people's eyes.

The other nine innate masters standing on the clouds beside them watched the show with their arms crossed, showing no intention of making a move.

The elder of the Divine Blade Sect stroked his beard, looking at the elder of the Azure Cloud Sect beside him with a half-smile:

"Elder Xuan, your Qingyun Sect is quite something. In just a few months, you've already produced three innate extraordinary individuals."

I remember Zhao Hao. Didn't he used to work at your Qingyun Sect?

These two lads, are they from your Qingyun Sect too?

"Your Qingyun Sect is about to strike it rich!"

The elder from the Black Tiger Sect next to him also laughed sarcastically: "Yes, Elder Xuan, how come we never noticed before that your Qingyun Sect is so good at teaching disciples?"

Three extraordinary individuals, who entered the Innate Realm as easily as they said they could; we from humble backgrounds are no match for them.

Elder Xuan's face was ashen, like the bottom of a pot. He glanced at the three people who had been sent flying and snorted coldly:

"What are you going to teach? They ran down the mountain on their own, how long have they been cultivating?"

"They don't even know a single innate technique, relying solely on their internal energy to hold on. Elder Min could have easily dealt with them. What's there to say?"

These three lads have only been cultivating for less than half a year.

They've already reached the Innate Realm. If they were given a few years, what would happen then?

The soldiers below had already rushed to the base of the wall, and ladders were set up. Players died in waves, and the corpses on the ground piled up in a thick layer.

Nearly a thousand soldiers had died, and the commander's eyes were bloodshot, but those innate masters were watching the show from the sky, completely ignoring the lives of those below.

Min Tong, carrying a gun, walked step by step in the direction where Zhao Hao had fallen. The tip of the gun dragged on the ground, leaving a long groove. Stones that touched the gun's edge turned into powder.

"Kid, you've got some skill to withstand three of my shots."

Min Tong's smile was cruel. "Now, it's time to send you on your way."