Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The thunderstorms in the desolate western wilderness showed no signs of stopping.

Beneath the thick clouds, a massive white bone spirit boat, two hundred feet long, hovered high in the sky.

A giant mirror, the size of three water vats, swayed back and forth.

The blinding light illuminated the muddy ground as if it were daytime.

The muzzles of all thirty Thunderclap Cannons were now glowing with magical light.

These cultivators, relying on their ability to fly, recklessly plowed through the wasteland below.

On the other side of the sand dune, Li Laosi leaned against a mud pit and wiped the rain off his face.

Our sixty people have just undergone a complete transformation in the Primordial Blood Spring.

I have the strength now.

But relying solely on their two legs to run on the ground, they couldn't possibly reach the iron lump in the sky.

"Everyone stay down and don't move!"

Li Laosi growled.

He strode to the top of the dune and pulled out the chipped crocodile bone dagger from his waist.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The blade slashed down hard along his thick left wrist.

The skin and flesh were turned inside out.

The extremely concentrated blood of the half-demon instantly gushed out.

Li Laosi swung his arms wide, splashing large amounts of scalding blood onto the red sand beneath him.

The Great Wilderness Extreme Path bloodline, mixed with the newly absorbed demonic energy, created an aroma that seemed to soar straight to the heavens in the darkness.

The white bone spirit boat in the sky immediately detected the anomaly.

The massive ship abruptly changed direction mid-air.

The grating sound of mechanical gears was extremely jarring in the thunderstorm.

Three blinding beams of light swept over simultaneously, locking onto the sand dune where Li Laosi was located.

The spirit boat sailed straight up directly overhead, no more than a hundred feet above the ground.

The voices of the high-ranking law enforcement officers on the deck carried down.

"We've found those vile worms!"

"It's all demonic energy! Preheat all the lightning cannons and blast that sand dune into glass!"

A violent surge of magical energy gathered deep within the cannon's muzzle.

The devastating white light was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

Li Laosi's face was all scrunched up, and he grinned loudly with a sinister laugh.

"I'm afraid you bunch of bastards will hide far away!"

Just as the lightning was about to strike the ground.

Li Laosi's thigh muscles suddenly swelled, and he leaped backward.

He plunged headlong into the depths of the sand lizard's nest, which he had hidden beforehand.

After landing, it tumbled and crawled all the way to the bottom.

There, the ancient blood spirit spring, freshly bathed, was bubbling.

Li Laosi gripped the ancient broken spear with both hands and plunged it fiercely into the center of the spring.

All the extreme power in his body erupted, stirring the water frantically at the bottom of the pool.

The underground pressure structure collapsed on the spot.

The dark red ancient blood-red mud mixed with the spring water had no other outlet.

This terrifying force shot upwards directly from the vertical opening.

A waterfall of filthy blood, as thick as a person's embrace, rose from the ground.

Soaring straight to the sky!

The cultivators on the spirit boat didn't take the commotion on the ground seriously at all.

They are used to one-sided slaughter.

The dark red waterfall of blood struck the defensive light shield at the bottom of the bone spirit boat with perfect accuracy.

Two completely opposite forces collided head-on.

Extreme Blood Fiend is the mortal enemy of immortal magic.

The light shield, which was said to be able to withstand the bombardment of high-level spells, reacted violently on the spot when it came into contact with the most primitive filthy blood of the Great Wilderness.

A piercing hissing sound echoed through the night sky.

Large plumes of white smoke billowed from the bottom of the ship.

The shield's light didn't even last two breaths.

One by one, the array patterns broke apart, completely ceasing to function.

"What's going on!"

"The base formation is destroyed! Quickly raise the price!"

Chaos erupted on the deck of the spirit boat.

Without the support of the core array pattern, this massive warship instantly lost its ability to hover.

The massive ship, two hundred feet long, was forced to fall downwards.

The whistling sound of the fall carried an extremely strong sense of oppression.

The array masters on the ship desperately activated the backup array plate, barely managing to keep the spirit boat suspended at a low altitude, only a few dozen feet above the ground.

The thirty torpedo cannons completely lost their aim and could only fire blindly.

The blazing white lightning haphazardly plowed through the surrounding ground, blasting mud and water everywhere.

"A great opportunity!"

Li Laosi burst out of the entrance to the lair.

He grabbed a bundle of thick hemp rope that he had prepared in advance.

This rope was made by weaving together the sinews of several first-tier peak sand lizards with rags, and it is extremely tough.

He stepped on a weathered rock pillar for support.

With the muscles in his waist and back fully stretched, he leaped into the air.

He swung the thick hemp rope, which reeked of blood, around in a wide arc and flung it out.

The steel barbs at the end of the rope were tightly wrapped around the skeletal ramming horn at the bottom of the spirit boat.

"Hold on!"

Li Laosi's feet slammed heavily into the mud, the mud and water reaching above his ankles.

Lingzhou sensed someone dragging it from below and desperately tried to break free by urging its remaining magic power.

The aftershock of a randomly fired cannon exploded a dozen steps away.

The aftershocks and shockwaves sent mud and sand flying everywhere.

The veteran, his intestines protruding and his face covered in blood, rushed to the front.

The newly grown dark red bony shell on his abdomen managed to block the flying fragments of magical power.

Half of his body's skin and flesh were completely rolled over, revealing blackened, necrotic tissue inside.

The veteran didn't utter a single sound.

The monstrous, scaly hands gripped the end of the dragging rope tightly.

He bit his lower lip until it bled, leaned back, and desperately held on.

"superior!"

"Drag this iron turtle down!"

Sixty half-demon blood disciples who had been reborn in the blood spring all rushed forward.

The people below had their legs planted in the mud as stakes.

The people above were standing directly on the flesh and blood of their companions.

Dozens of people roared and forcefully stacked themselves into a human ladder of flesh.

All the mutated, thick demon arms were draped over the main rope.

The yellowish-brown scales rubbed against each other, making a clicking sound.

The half-demon's energy and blood erupted in full force.

On one side is a powerful celestial artifact, high above all others.

On one side are a group of rough, unrefined men from the lower classes, a combination of cultivators with remnants of their meridians and half-demons.

The veins on Li Laosi's neck were all bulging out of the skin.

He forced out a deafening roar from deep within his throat.

"What kind of class do you think you are, daring to fly over the Great Wilderness?"

Sixty fleshy faces contorted simultaneously.

The roars from all sides drowned out the thunder.

"Get down here!"

The immense, deadly force of a million jin was completely unified at this moment.

There were no techniques involved; it was all done through the most basic, brute force!

The skeleton at the bottom of the spirit boat began to deform violently.

The main shaft of the keel inside emitted a muffled, mournful groan.

The lift provided by the immortal's magic was forcibly pulled and torn apart in the face of the purest physical death force.

The massive skeletal spirit ship emitted a desperate, tearing sound.

The auxiliary array panels on the right side exploded one after another.

The entire ship lost its balance and capsized severely in mid-air.

The ship crashed down, bow down, straight down.

A huge shadow blocked out the sky.

"retreat!"

Li Laosi released his grip and roared.

Everyone immediately dispersed to both sides.

A deafening roar shook the earth and mountains, echoing across the western wilderness plains.

The lofty celestial ship plunged headlong into the muddy swamp below.

Mud and water splashed up hundreds of feet high.

The ship broke in two, one half protruding and the other half deeply embedded in a stinking mud pit.

Those precious array plates and magical artifacts have all become scrap metal.

The main cabin door of the spirit boat was blasted open by the immense pressure of the falling object.

Hundreds of Foundation Establishment stage law enforcement officers dressed in white moon-colored Taoist robes crawled out from inside.

Each of them had their heads covered in dust and their hair in a disheveled bun.

Normally they wouldn't even want their clothes to get a speck of dust on them, but now they're rolling around in the mud.

The group of people were filled with terror, and frantically drew their natal swords from their waists.

The leading deacon was furious and started pointing and cursing at those around him.

"You lowly wretch! How dare you destroy my immortal sect's most precious treasure!"

"Kill! Slaughter all these mortal bodies around us to vent our anger!"

Li Laosi wiped the blood off his face.

He was panting heavily, grinning to reveal his gleaming white teeth.

"Brothers, dinner's ready!"

He strode into the mud, his iron boots leaving huge footprints.

The sixty half-demon blood disciples let out inhuman roars from their throats.

These people are nothing but a pack of wild beasts that have been starving for decades.

They charged directly at the more than one hundred immortal law enforcers.

The immortal sword, imbued with true essence, whistled and slashed towards them.

The young blood disciple, whose left arm had been severed and had grown a yellowish-brown demonic arm, neither dodged nor flinched.

The sword slammed into the thick demon's arm.

A series of tiny sparks flew up.

The immortal sword, powerful enough to cleave through refined iron, couldn't even scratch the hard scales on the demon's arm.

The young bloodthirsty disciple grabbed the blade with his other hand and ripped it off.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator opposite was pulled down into the mud and water.

Before the other party could even recite the incantation, the Blood Disciple opened his mouth wide, his mouthful of yellow teeth biting directly at the cultivator's throat.

Large chunks of flesh were torn off.

The most primal and bloody battle unfolded in the mud.

The veteran swung his bone knife and effortlessly shattered the protective aura that had been glowing in front of him.

The blade was stuck in the immortal's collarbone and he couldn't pull it out, so he simply abandoned the blade and used his dark red bone armor to smash the other's ribs.

Teeth sever meridians, rough hands dissect the dantian.

The quagmire of the Western Wilderness has become the purest meat grinder.

Cultivators who usually rely on their magical power to launch long-range attacks become as fragile as dry twigs when dragged into close combat by extreme body cultivators.

Less than fifteen minutes.

More than a hundred high-ranking law enforcement officers were all slaughtered.

The mud was filled with severed limbs and broken arms.

The half-demon blood followers stood amidst the pile of corpses, swallowing the stench of blood in the air.

Li Laosi pulled out the crocodile bone dagger stuck in the rotten flesh and wiped it casually on his tattered trouser leg.

He was preparing to take stock of his spoils.

The mud and water beneath my feet suddenly began to churn violently.

Deep within the broken dragon bones of the spirit boat, a terrifying pressure that made all the Blood Disciples feel a tightness in their chests was creeping out inch by inch along the ruins.

Li Laosi's smile vanished, he gripped his dagger tightly, and stared intently at the shattered skeleton hatch.

"Is there still one that can breathe?"