137: Chapter 137 Reverse Invasion, Breaking into Alien Territory

Chapter 137: Reverse Invasion, Slaughtering into the Foreign Realm

"Since you've already come, what's the rush to leave?"

Wang Pingan raised his right hand, and the Origin of his divine kingdom transformed into a hundred-zhang giant hand, clasping both sides of the spatial rift and forcibly pulling it apart in opposite directions.

A chorus of shattering sounds echoed from the edges of the rift, and turbulent currents of the Void Realm rushed out from the gap, only to be sliced by temporal authority into stagnant gray currents of Qi.

The passage, which had originally shrunk to fifty zhang, expanded once more—a hundred zhang, three hundred zhang, five hundred zhang—stopping only when it was wide enough for the entire army Formation to pass through side by side.

Carlo's four arms pressed against the altar simultaneously jerked back, and the backlash from the coordinate chain crashed into his divine core, causing him to open his mouth and spew a mouthful of dark green blood.

The Scale Demon priests around the altar suffered the backlash of the Origin, collapsing into the seawater in rows, while the remaining Formation bases also developed cracks under the giant hand's pulling force.

"Close the passage! Hurry up and close the passage!" Carlo raised his bone staff and smashed it toward the priests. Several priests dragged their maimed bodies back to their Formation positions, yet they were unable to make the passage shrink by even a fraction.

On the Northern Nether Earth, Wang Mu looked up at the newly torn-apart rift, pressing the command banner in his hand toward the vanguard, whereupon the general Formation of the Ancestral Court shifted its direction of operation.

"Formation Hall, deploy the cross-realm traction Formation, lock down the coordinates, and advance with the entire army!"

Thousands of Formation Masters carried Formation Plates as they rushed toward the rift, nine traction chains connecting to the edge of space, replacing Carlo's remaining Divine Power within the passage section by section.

The cross-realm traction Formation was completed, and the connection between the two divine kingdoms fell under Wang Pingan's control; if Carlo wanted to escape, his only option was to destroy a massive expanse of his own sea territory.

Three thousand Shield Soldierss were the first to raise their heavy shields, stepping into the rift along the passage paved by the Formation Hall, while the soul-cleansing bone patterns on the xueming mysterious armor blocked the erosion of the Void Realm.

The rear army of fifty thousand was divided into thirty-six sub-Formations, with the Artillery Battalion, Sword Qi Battalion, and Medical Cultivator Camp following closely in order, while the logistics Formation tower was stationed in the center of the army Formation.

Wang Shan walked at the front of the vanguard, carrying a notched crimson flame saber, fragments of a broken trident still lodged in the wound on his shoulder armor.

"They were chasing and beating us just now, and now it's their turn to host guests right at their doorstep—nobody better disgrace the Divine Lord!"

The front-row armored soldiers raised their shields and stepped into the foreign realm, their heavy footsteps pressing over the turbulent currents within the passage, and a dark red armor Formation subsequently appeared above Carlo's divine kingdom.

Below the rift, there was no land, only a grayish-green ocean dotted with islands, with hundreds of black stone fortresses spread across the sea surface as the remnants of the army retreated in all directions.

The cross-realm traction Formation unfolded at the mouth of the passage, yet the thirty-six sub-Formations could find no place to land, forcing the entire legion to hover above the sea surface relying on the Formation.

The Human Race army descended across the realms, and Carlo clenched his dense, sharp teeth, raising his bone staff to channel his own Divine Power into the main submarine Formation.

In this divine kingdom that had been managed for hundreds of years, every expanse of sea was connected to the divine core; Wang Pingan sending the legion in had precisely provided an opportunity for a counterkill.

"This is the Abyssal Sea Divine Kingdom. Once the Human Race from the land enter the sea, they won't even have a place to stand. I am going to bury all of you in the ocean trenches!"

Two hundred and fifty thousand square kilometers of sea territory contracted toward the center, the distant sea surface rose, and tsunamis hundreds of zhang high pressed toward the Immortal Martial Legion from three directions.

The seawater was mixed with corrosive venom and alien Divine Power; as the waves passed over the islands, the black stone fortresses were swept into them, transforming into giant boulders attacking the army Formation.

Fifty thousand armored soldiers hovered above the sea surface, the cross-realm Formation bearing the weight of the entire legion; if hit head-on by the tsunamis, the passage Formation bases would inevitably collapse first.

Several young Formation Masters gripped their Formation Plates as the dials exceeded their limits, the Formation runes burning out one after another, sweat dripping down their chins.

"Chief Director, there are no ley lines around to borrow strength from! The cross-realm traction Formation can only maintain itself for half a quarter of an hour; once the tsunamis arrive, the vanguard will be knocked into the deep sea!"

Wang Mu stood at the top of the logistics Formation tower, his gaze resting on the spirit-probing plate, his command banner unmoving.

Carlo occupied the home field of his divine kingdom and could continuously mobilize seawater; even if one wave was shattered, more seawater would rush up from behind, making it impossible for the Artillery Battalion to out-consume the entire ocean.

"Nine Suns Heaven-Locking Formation, step out! Connect all thirty-six sub-Formations, and first carve out a foothold for the fifty thousand troops."

Wang Mu threw out nine main Formation Plates, which landed in different directions, followed closely by three hundred and sixty auxiliary Formation Plates, spreading out a hundred-li Formation domain around the legion.

Nine crimson-gold Formation suns rose into the air, their Formation runes piercing into the sea surface to seal the hundred-li radius of sea territory within the Formation, while thirty--six sub-Formations simultaneously extracted seawater.

The earliest tsunami rushing over crashed against the edge of the Formation domain, the water currents splitting to both sides along the crimson-gold Formation curtain, and the giant boulders swept into it were crushed to dust by the Formation's power.

Inside the Formation domain, the seawater hundreds of zhang deep was forcibly expelled to the outside, the silt and black stones on the seabed gradually revealing themselves as patches of sea beasts were stranded in the mud.

Carlo urged his Origin, attempting to make seawater surge into the Formation domain from underground, but the Nine Suns Heaven-Locking Formation had already sealed the seabed, isolating the ley lines from the seawater.

The thirty-six sub-Formations operated continuously, the spiritual power and vital blood of the fifty thousand armored soldiers converging into the Formation Plates to support the nine Formation suns in suppressing the sea surface.

After a hundred breaths, the seawater within a hundred-li radius was completely drained, leaving the tsunamis to wash around the Formation domain while a complete seabed was exposed beneath the legion.

Three thousand Shield Soldierss landed, their heavy shields plunging into the muddy ground as the Qi-and-blood Formation flattened the silt beneath their feet, paving the first path for the legion to advance.

Subsequent armored soldiers descended one after another, the thirty-six sub-Formations aligning around the cross-realm passage, and the weight of the fifty thousand men no longer pressed upon the traction Formation.

Wang Shan stomped on the damp, soft seabed, cleaved a stranded sea beast with his saber, and turned to shout toward the logistics Formation tower: "This ground is usable! Lay down a hard road first!"

Wang Mu ignored the urging, his command banners dropping one after another as the Formation Hall drove earth- Town array piles into the seabed, dividing the hundred li of dry land into twelve regions.

The logistics Formation tower opened thirty-six delivery gates, and artisans waiting inside the divine kingdom carried stone materials, Formation materials, and casting utensils into the foreign realm.

These artisans came from the Twelve Study Cities and had participated in the construction of the divine kingdom for a hundred years; after landing, they dispersed according to their serial numbers, none of them affected by the sound of the tsunamis.

The earth- towning Formation compacted the seabed, stone materials were paved into roads along the Formation runes, and the defensive wall extended outward around the spatial passage, gradually connecting to the Nine Suns Heaven-Locking Formation.

The first batch of artisans erected the Formation bases, the second batch assembled the city walls, and the third batch laid out the spiritual power pipelines, quickly giving the entire outpost a clear outline.

The Artillery Battalion pushed two hundred Purple Mansion heavy cannons onto the newly built high platform, the pressure-bearing Formation Plates embedded into the seabed, and the cannon muzzles aimed at the three tsunamis and the distant islands.

Twelve temporary storehouses spread out along the logistics Formation tower, with cannonballs, Medicinal Pills, spare profound armor, and Formation Plates continuously sent in from the divine kingdom, enabling the military supplies channel on the spot.

The Medical Cultivator Camp set up thirty rescue tents behind the city walls, Alchemists inspected the toxicity of the foreign realm's seawater, and Formation Masters continued to expand the range of the purified land Formation.

In less than half an hour, a city wall a hundred zhang high was erected on the empty seabed, and the military roads, artillery platforms, and logistics areas within the city were all completely laid out.

The Nine Suns Heaven-Locking Formation suppressed the surrounding seawater, and the hundred-zhang tsunamis crashed against the Formation curtain outside the city time and time again, yet they could never cross the boundary controlled by the crimson-gold Formation suns.

Standing on the oceanic altar, Carlo gazed at the Human Race city wall rising within his own divine kingdom, his four arms trembling unceasingly as his bone staff cracked under the pressure.

He had originally wanted to use his home-field ocean to swallow the Immortal Martial Legion, but instead, the seawater was drained away, the seabed was seized, and even a Human Race outpost was erected right before his eyes.

Chaos erupted in the distant Scale Demon fortresses, with several commanders leading their troops to retreat and defend the islands, as no one was willing to actively charge into the heavy artillery coverage zone.

Carlo gritted his teeth; with his remaining troops, it was already impossible to destroy the outpost. Once Wang Pingan firmly established his foothold, the entire two hundred and fifty thousand square kilometers of sea territory would be gradually swallowed up.

He lowered his head to look beneath the altar, where a dark red scale was hidden among the shattered Formation bases—that was his final means of seeking help left behind before leaving his clan.

Using the communication scale would expose the coordinates of his divine kingdom, attracting two of his fellow clan brothers, and he would inevitably be blackmailed when dividing the spoils of war in the future.

But if he did not seek help, the next round of Human Race heavy cannons would target the altar, and by then, he wouldn't even have the qualification to negotiate terms.

Carlo stared fixedly at the city wall rising from the ground and crushed the communication scale with a single grip.