Chapter Sixty-Seven: The True Armored Divine Thunder
Infused with ionized book water vapor charged with spiritual energy, and ignited and propelled by the powerful magnetic field of Azure Splendor. In the darkness, this electrochemical cannon seemed like an orange-gold divine sword piercing the night! The moment it appeared, the divine blade, blazing white with waves of orange flame, shot straight for a kilometer, breaking apart and burning continuously in the sky!
The “moon,” nearly pressing down upon the earth, immediately dodged as the Steel Thunder Cannon was fired. But it was too close. And far too fast. Lan Yi unleashed the Steel Thunder Cannon in a flash—when his senses detected the malicious psychic assault, he responded without hesitation, firing the electrochemical cannon directly! This was not a mere energy blast easily absorbed or neutralized by sorcery, but a true land-based kinetic weapon-level eruption!
Even a mountain standing before Lan Yi would be pierced through! Majestic and unstoppable, it was like the Sword of True Martial, sweeping away demons and monsters!
A horrifying, inhuman wail burst forth from the “moon,” raw terror impossible to suppress. For a spiritual cultivator, countering psychic attacks meant either striking back with the power of the mind, wounding the soul and crippling the psyche, or overwhelming the foe with sorcery, denying a stable environment for their psychic release.
In the lingering glow of the Steel Thunder Cannon, it became clear—the so-called moon was a misshapen, wrinkled, glowing organ, suspended by a tentacle. The tentacle was connected to an enormous monster whose upper body resembled a human, and the lower half a serpent.
The creature was revolting. It looked as if it had just emerged from amniotic fluid, its entire body slick with steaming, nauseating mucus. Much of its torso was flayed and rotting, and where its head and neck had been blasted apart by the Steel Thunder Cannon, blood surged forth along with fingers, teeth, eyes, lips, and all manner of grotesque proliferations!
A low-grade synthetic beast. A failed imitation of anti-logic life. The experienced old demon Lan instantly recognized its nature.
Such synthetic beasts had obvious weaknesses—if the firepower was strong enough, no matter how intimidating their appearance, overwhelming physical force would cut them down!
The twelve flying swords behind Lan Yi rang out in unison, and the blazing white ring exploded with dazzling light!
Seeing this, the snake-man’s wails turned into shrill screams. Clearly, Lan Yi’s display triggered fear etched deep within its genes. Ignoring the grievous injury to its neck, it twisted its massive body, fleeing in panic like a stray dog, charging toward the peach grove with both hands. Its bulk shook the ground, rumbling thunderously.
The survivors, still stunned by their narrow escape, had no time to react.
Lan Yi, godlike and demonic in his demeanor, swept past in a flash, leaving only a single command: “Withdraw at once—I will kill it.”
Low-grade synthetic beasts: widely distributed in artificial divine realms, sometimes called evil gods, the unspeakable, the uncanny. Suspected products of pre-era institutions, failed attempts to mimic anti-logic life. The creators tried to replicate the strangeness of anti-logic life with psychic power and extreme lifeforms. Such madness yielded some results—immortality of psychic power, the infusion of strong wills.
The snake-man’s enormous body could never have been nurtured by ordinary means in Peach Blossom Village. It did not feed on common food, but consumed psychic power, draining a person’s mind entirely until death! To it, martial cultivators were premium fare, far superior to ordinary folk.
Dragging its massive frame, the snake-man moved with astonishing agility, charging across the ground with the momentum of a thousand horses, though all that power was spent in flight. For above, locked onto it, was a presence a hundred times more majestic, a thousand times more ferocious, ten thousand times more terrifying!
This was far more potent than cutting through a battleship! The twelve flying swords behind Lan Yi had fully deployed, energy crystals expanded to nine times their original size! Every life cluster in his body was activated, running at full power!
He was like a fighter jet in high-speed cruise, locked dead onto the fleeing snake-man below.
Soon, the first flying sword broke free from the magnetic field.
The orange-gold divine blade stabbed down from the sky! Steel Thunder Cannon unleashed once more!
Boom!!
Terrifying kinetic force poured onto the earth; sand and soil surged like waves. The snake-man had no room to dodge—its body was nearly severed by the enhanced Steel Thunder Cannon, and sword energies of Geng-metal and Demon-binding Chains ravaged its wounds!
Howling in agony, the snake-man reached out, tearing itself apart at the wound and discarding half its body, its speed actually increasing as it bolted into the mountain forest.
Lan Yi’s face remained unchanged, his colorless eyes burning fiercely.
Three flying swords detached and released, divine blades struck down again!
Boom! Boom!
Two swords finished off the twitching, regenerating stump, while another blasted a deep trench ahead.
Whoosh!
He accelerated, rushing ahead to block its path.
He spread the remaining eight flying swords wide like a peacock displaying its feathers, divine light shining forth! Lan Yi gave the heavily wounded, dazed snake-man no chance to breathe—eight swords linked in pairs, magnetic fields nested, layer upon layer, bursting forward! Two swords flashed into the snake-man’s chest almost instantly!
This was no longer electrochemical propulsion, but pure electromagnetic progressive acceleration.
Lan Yi emptied seventy percent of his spiritual energy reserves, all life clusters open and firing at full force, pushing forward, pressing, unleashing his most powerful sorcery since arriving in the artificial divine realm.
Southern Saint Sect Sorcery—Steel Thunder Cannon!
This mighty thunder, perfect for slaying monsters and purging evil.
The explosions shook the heavens and the earth! Searing yellow light briefly illuminated half the night sky, flames soared like giant serpents with fangs and claws. Even kilometers away, rocks and gravel rattled down, and the shockwave swept through, collapsing or flinging many village houses.
Xiao Hongzhuan, who had just arrived, immediately flattened himself to the ground, terrified of being swept away by the wind.
Squinting with effort at the distant mushroom cloud rising from the earth, he couldn’t help but curse aloud:
“What the hell kind of move is that?!”
“Sorcery?”
“It’s a damn nuclear bomb! Sir, please restrain your powers!”
Xiao Hongzhuan’s frantic cries never reached Lan Yi’s ears. At that moment, Lan Yi, heedless of the explosion’s aftermath, sword energies clearing the path and Demon-binding Chains forming a shield, rushed straight into the blast zone at the heart of the Steel Thunder Cannon.
He intended to make sure the snake-man was thoroughly dead.
Just as Lan Yi entered, the moon-like biological organ suddenly shot out!