190: Bombing Yuanhe Mountain

At this moment, atop Yuanhe Mountain, a large number of Martial Artists and Disciples all ran out, pointing and gesturing at the massive spheres constantly moving in the distant midair.

"Look quickly! What is that thing?"

"Such a huge sphere!"

"It looks like there are people up there?"

"So many... There must be at least a thousand of them!"

"Are they floating towards our Yuanhe Mountain?"

"Could it be the imperial court's army..."

The many Yuanhe Mountain Disciples discussed animatedly, while Wang Feiyu and the others also ran out from the houses at this time.

Gazing at the huge orbs drifting across the sky, their eyes were filled with shock.

"They can float in the air? Cultivator flying shuttles? So many..."

"That's not right! These aren't flying shuttles..."

"There are people on them... Damn it! It's the imperial court's army!"

Wang Feiyu had exceptional eyesight and quickly discovered something, immediately saying, "Yuan Sanli, quickly select six First Grade Realm Martial Artists and take the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner to firmly guard the five directions of Yuanhe Mountain."

"The five directions? What are those?"

"Zifeng, Zitong, take them there!"

"Yes! Old Ancestor!"

"Yuan Dazong, have your archers shoot down these flying spheres."

"Yes!"

Under Wang Feiyu's orders, the entire Yuanhe Mountain began to mobilize.

Yuan Sanli immediately selected six First Grade Realm Martial Artist Disciples. At the same time, he himself, along with Wang Pu and Xie Jiuque, led by Wang Zitong and Wang Zifeng, holding the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner, firmly guarded the five directions of Yuanhe Mountain.

The numerous Disciples arranged themselves according to wartime training, and a large squad of archers also garrisoned at the high points of Yuanhe Mountain.

"Shoot!"

After the vanguard of hot-air balloons approached the high altitude of Yuanhe Mountain, at Yuan Dazong's command, dense flights of arrows immediately shot out, piercing toward midair.

The Yuanhe Mountain Disciples classified as archers by Yuan Dazong were all elites among them, with strength at least above the Third Grade Realm Martial Artist level.

Although the accuracy of the fired arrows was not very precise, their force was ample, enough to shoot three to five hundred meters away.

They could barely hit those drifting hot-air balloons.

Unfortunately, the personnel of the Ministry of Works had long since devised countermeasures.

They covered the surface of the hot-air balloons with thick cowhide; unless fired from a bed crossbow, ordinary arrows could hardly pierce the cowhide-protected hot-air balloons.

"Puff!"

"Puff, puff!"

Arrow after arrow shot over like a torrential rain, instantly turning the dozen or so leading giant hot-air balloons into hedgehogs.

Unfortunately, these ordinary arrows could not hinder the approach of the hot-air balloons at all.

Just like that, giant hot-air balloon after giant hot-air balloon slowly approached the summit of Yuanhe Mountain, covering more than half of the Yuanhe Mountain Sect.

The thirty thousand Yuanhe Mountain Disciples on the mountain and the more than one hundred thousand rebel soldiers from various places instinctively raised their heads to look at these dense and massive black shadows, their eyes filled with shock.

"Shoot!"

"Quickly shoot them down!"

For some reason, looking at the dense hot-air balloons at the top of the mountain, a sense of despair suddenly arose in Yuan Dazong's heart, as if disaster was about to strike in the next second.

Under his roar, arrows shot out once again, and a few hot-air balloons actually slowly moved downward because too many arrows were stuck in them.

At this time, Xie Jiuque was already holding the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner, having arrived at the location designated by Wang Feiyu.

Wang Zitong hurriedly left, taking the other six Disciples to the other five directional positions.

Xie Jiuque rolled his eyes, instinctively raising his head to look at the dense hot-air balloons as well.

"Could this item... truly be an immortal's treasure? Allowing Mortals to fly in the air?"

He lowered his head again to look at the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

There was definitely something fishy about this Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner.

Thinking of this, he glanced around again; a large number of Disciples were extremely panicked, looking in shock at the constantly moving hot-air balloons in the sky.

"Hey you, come over here!"

Xie Jiuque waved his hand, motioning a big man to come over.

"Senior Xie!"

Although this Yuanhe Mountain Disciple's eyes were panicked, he still spoke respectfully.

"What is your name, and what realm of martial arts are you in?"

"Senior Xie, this Junior is Wu Dashan, a Second Grade Realm Martial Artist. I wonder what Senior Xie..."

"It's like this, this old man will soon join forces with your Sect's fellow daoist Yuan Sanli to surround and kill the imperial court's experts. This banner is the key, so you shall be in control of it."

As he spoke, Xie Jiuque stuffed the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner in his hand into Wu Dashan's hands, instructing, "Without Yuan Sanli's order, you must never abandon this banner, understand!"

"The Old Ancestor's order?"

Wu Dashan immediately said excitedly, "Yes! Senior Xie! This Junior will never let go!"

"Good! Then this old man will take his leave first..."

Before he even finished speaking, Xie Jiuque strode away, leaving behind Wu Dashan, who was hugging the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner with both hands.

Xie Jiuque did not go far either, instead hiding atop a large tree in the distance.

He wanted to see what kind of trick Wang Feiyu was playing.

At the same time, atop the hot-air balloons, He Wei and Xu Mujun were standing on the same hot-air balloon, peering downward.

"General Xu, is it ready?"

Xu Mujun said, "This old man does not understand this method of combat; everything will be led by General He."

"Yes, Grand General!"

He Wei waved his hand, and the messenger by his side immediately nodded.

He immediately drew out two triangular flags, one red and one green, and began waving the flag signals.

More than ten breaths later, the flag signals spread across all the hot-air balloons.

In an instant, the entire Flying Eagle Army began to move.

Thunderbolt Mines weighing a full catty each were moved out from the bamboo baskets at their feet by them. They leaned out halfway and fiercely threw them toward Yuanhe Mountain below.

"Whoosh..."

"Whoosh, whoosh~"

Countless people still staying on Yuanhe Mountain instinctively raised their heads to look at the sky, at those falling Thunderbolt Mines that looked just like melons, wondering what they were thinking.

What is the imperial court's army doing?

Do they want to use these iron lumps to smash them to death?

In just a few breaths of time, the fastest-falling Thunderbolt Mine landed directly upon a giant boulder on the back mountain.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion startled countless people on Yuanhe Mountain, all of them instinctively looking toward the direction of the back mountain.

What was that?

Why did it explode?

Amidst the countless crowds, only Wang Feiyu's complexion changed drastically.

With a sudden flip of his hand, a golden Talisman appeared in his hand, and the magical power within his body instantly activated this Talisman.

A light golden radiance instantly enveloped his entire person within it.

Afterwards...

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...!!!"

Countless violent and continuous explosions suddenly resounded across the upper and lower parts of Yuanhe Mountain.

Endless flames rolled, accompanied by violent shockwaves and flying debris that shot out in all directions, tearing individual Yuanhe Mountain Disciples and other rebels into pieces.

"Rumble!"

"Rumble...!"

In midair, Thunderbolt Mine after Thunderbolt Mine was thrown down by the personnel of the Flying Eagle Army, just like diligent farmers.

Looking down from high above, the entire Yuanhe Mountain was almost enveloped in violent explosions and rolling flames.

Countless people were screaming and running wildly, only to be blown to smithereens again right after!

Throughout the upper and lower parts of Yuanhe Mountain, the grand halls, trees, wing rooms, along with Disciples, Martial Artists, and livestock such as pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep, none could escape, able only to passively endure the bombing.

Countless Yuanhe Mountain Disciples and rebels fled in all directions—some panicked, some angry, some crying loudly, some kneeling and begging for mercy—yet none of it could stop the attacks of the Thunderbolt Mines.

Greeting them were only streak after streak, round after round of Thunderbolt Mines descending from the sky, fiercely blowing them into heaps of charred cinders!

Especially those grand halls and wing rooms on Yuanhe Mountain, which were the primary targets of the Flying Eagle Army's bombardment.

A large number of houses were blown down, and countless people either cried and shouted as they ran out only to be bombed to death, or were crushed to death by collapsing houses.

This attack had truly brought misery to countless Yuanhe Mountain Disciples.

Back when the numerous rebels of Hai Province gathered at Yuanhe Mountain, Yuanhe Mountain had deliberately arranged for them to stay at the foot of the mountain, halfway up, or along the mandatory paths up the mountain.

Their purpose was to treat them as cannon fodder to fight head-on against the imperial court's army.

But now...

With the Flying Eagle Army making their move, what they bombed was precisely the core area of Yuanhe Mountain; countless Yuanhe Mountain Disciples were treated as cannon fodder at this moment, ruthlessly bombarded.

"Damn it... Sky-Thunder Beads!"

Outside the ruins of the grand hall, gazing at the continuously falling and exploding Thunderbolt Mines, Wang Feiyu, protected by the Vajra Shield, was filled with shock and fear in his eyes.

He never expected that the imperial court's army actually grasped such an immortal treasure, crazily bombing as if money meant nothing.

"Something's not right... It resembles yet differs from Sky-Thunder Beads; what on earth is this item?"

"Boom!"

Another Thunderbolt Mine exploded right in front of him, and shattering debris and flames swept over, yet all of it was blocked outside by the Vajra Talisman.

"Old Ancestor!"

"Old Ancestor... Ah!"

A hurried voice rang out, and Wang Zifeng was seen rapidly approaching with a tortoise-shell-like Magical Artifact atop his body, his expression extremely ugly.

"Old Ancestor! Yuanhe Mountain is done for! Let's retreat quickly!"

"Retreat? Where can we retreat to?"

Wang Feiyu said coldly, "If this old man guesses correctly, the entire Yuanhe Mountain has already been surrounded by the imperial court's army."

"A bunch of trash...!"

"Senior Wang!, Senior Wang!"

Another panicked voice rang out, and Yuan Dazong was seen rapidly approaching with extremely swift movements, his figure disheveled, with quite a few tears on his body torn by flying debris.

"Senior Wang! I beg you to quickly activate the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner to preserve the lives of the thirty thousand Disciples up and down our Yuanhe Mountain!"

Wang Feiyu frowned and said, "The Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner?"

"That banner is meant to deal with Xu Mujun; to protect this group of Mortals... How could that be!"

"B-But..."

Just at this moment, the expressions of the few suddenly changed.

"The explosions have stopped!"

"The imperial court army's weird weapon has been used up!"

"Quick, go check how many people are left; the imperial court's army is definitely going to launch a full-scale assault!"

Several commands rang out, and Yuan Dazong's figure even ran towards the gathering place of the Disciples, wanting to pacify the numerous Disciples.

At this time, Wang Feiyu instinctively raised his head.

"Old Ancestor?"

"They're coming down!"

"Coming down... Who?"

"The imperial court's army!"

Wang Zifeng also instinctively raised his head, unexpectedly discovering that the numerous hot-air balloons originally floating several hundred meters above their heads were actually slowly descending.

That massive figure, along with the strange spherical monsters, pressing down made countless people terrified.

"Hum...!"

Wang Feiyu let out a cold snort: "Mere Mortals, daring to use these cowhide objects to deceive this old man, truly deserve to die!"

"And those suspected to be Sky-Thunder Bead items, this old man wants to see what secrets they hold after all!"

"Zifeng, kill them, and it's best to capture a few live prisoners!"

"Yes! Old Ancestor!"

Just at this moment, those giant hot-air balloons slowly descending also caused the numerous Yuanhe Mountain Disciples who had luckily survived to raise their heads.

"What kind of monsters are those?"

"An im-, immortal's treasure!"

"Spare my life, spare my life..."

"Quick, look quickly! There are people on that sphere!"

"They're coming down! They're coming down!"

Amidst the incredulous gazes of the countless luckily surviving rebels, figure after figure emerged from the bamboo baskets beneath the hot-air balloons, leaping down without hesitation and charging to kill them!

"Kill!"

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