282: Chapter 282 Terrifying Power (Part 1)

Five Dongfeng-51 modified variants rose from the underground bunker.

When the launcher covers sprang open, they slammed against the concrete ground with a muffled sound, and a layer of dust tumbled down from the ceiling.

The first one cleared the tube.

The moment the missile body pulled out of the launch tube, the solid rocket motor at the tail ignited, spewing out an orange-red flame, and the heat wave whipped the canvas curtain at the bunker's entrance into a ball.

Immediately following were the second, third, fourth, and fifth ones, clearing the tubes in succession at intervals of less than a minute.

Five white smoke columns rose higher and higher against the gray canopy, becoming smaller and smaller until they finally turned into five bright spots and disappeared into the clouds.

Su Mingyuan withdrew his gaze, walked back in front of the screen, and sat down.

From launch to impact, three and a half minutes.

Three and a half minutes later, the entire screen turned white.

At the same time, on the wasteland eight hundred kilometers away.

Daoist Yuling was advancing swiftly on the ground.

His Nascent Soul Middle Stage body was as light as a leaf, his toes leaving almost no trace as they touched the gravel. Each step spanned a distance of three to four hundred meters, and the surrounding scenery blurred into gray lines.

The wind poured in from both sides, blowing his tattered robe so that it fluttered loudly.

He was in a good mood.

The feeling after the Breakthrough was completely different from before—the spiritual power in his body was abundant and solid, his Meridians were more than twice as wide, and with every breath, he could feel the spiritual power circulating within his body.

The protective true essence spread across the surface of his body like an invisible armor. Even the white light of the degree from just now could not break his defense.

In half an hour, he would be able to reach the base of that group of ants.

When that time came, he would first crush all the iron shells flat, then drag the humans out one by one to refine them into Puppets—

Right at this moment, his Divine Sense captured something.

Five Mortal weapons were flying over from the south once again.

The speed was about the same as the more than one hundred strands of white light earlier, and the trajectory was also similar—arced, falling from high above.

They were coming again.

These ants actually still refused to give up.

Daoist Yuling did not slow down.

It was merely five streaks of white light.

Previously, one hundred beams striking the protective barrier simultaneously had merely broken the barrier, and the damage to his Physical Body was virtually zero. That was back when he was in the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Now he was in the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, and his protective true essence was several times thicker than in the Early Stage.

Even without relying on the protective barrier, five beams of white light striking him would not break his defense.

Daoist Yuling even intentionally slowed down his speed.

He wanted to let this group of ants see what their white light amounted to in front of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

They had to understand one principle—the distance between Mortals and Immortals could not be bridged simply by a few weapons.

The five white lights were getting closer and closer.

He could perceive that they were falling from different angles, and the intersection of their trajectories was not far ahead of him.

Daoist Yuling pushed his protective true essence outward. A golden radiance surfaced on his body's surface, forming a thin layer of light membrane covering him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

That was enough.

The first white light had arrived.

He saw it—a black object falling from the gray canopy, extremely fast, dragging a white wake behind it.

The landing point was approximately two hundred meters directly ahead of him.

He did not stop his steps.

Two hundred meters was just a matter of a few steps for him.

The shockwave and high temperature after the white light exploded would be blocked by his protective true essence for a moment and then pass, making no difference from the previous hundred beams.

The black object touched the ground.

Then the world changed.

Daoist Yuling's pupils shrank violently.

The instant that object touched the ground, his Divine Sense captured the power released.

That was wrong.

That was not the power of the Early Golden Core Stage.

A fireball burst from the ground, its diameter expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye—one kilometer, two kilometers, five kilometers, and still growing.

The shockwave was even faster than the fireball, an invisible wall of shock pushing outward in all directions.

Daoist Yuling had no time to dodge.

He did not have this time.

Because he hadn't expected at all before that these Mortals actually still had a secret weapon.

The shockwave slammed into the protective true essence.

The golden light membrane shattered the instant they made contact.

Following closely behind was the heat wave.

His skin carbonized within fractions of a second; his clothes were gone, his hair was gone, his eyebrows were gone.

It hurt.

He rolled countless times within the shockwave, and the ground beneath his feet was blown away, turning into churning gravel and magma.

Amidst the rolling, he frantically circulated his spiritual power, pouring everything he could mobilize into his protective true essence to prop up another layer of defense.

This time he used his full strength.

He recklessly outputted the spiritual power in his body. One, two, three layers of protective true essence stacked together, barely blocking the subsequent heat wave.

The fireball began to contract.

The energy of the first pangu nuclear bomb was decaying.

Daoist Yuling was pushed nearly ten kilometers away by the shockwave, finally crashing onto a patch of gravel.

His back hit the ground first, and his spine made a cracking sound, unsure whether it was dislocated or fractured.

He lay prone on the ground, gasping for breath twice.

His mouth was filled with a bloody taste.

A burnt smell in his nasal cavity choked him into retching.

Over half of his body's skin was burned, some parts carbonized and blackened, other parts cracked open, with pale golden liquid oozing out from the fissures.

When he crawled up from the ground, he discovered that the index and middle fingers of his right hand were broken. When he propped himself up, the bone shards rubbed against the gravel, making him gasp in pain.

His left arm from the elbow down had lost sensation, unsure whether it was broken or burned through.

But none of these were the most critical matters.

What was critical was that only sixty percent of the spiritual power in his Dantian remained.

A single beam of white light had rawly consumed forty percent of his spiritual power.

This was not the self-detonation of an Early Golden Core Stage Cultivator.

He knew the self-detonation of the Early Golden Core Stage all too well—an Early Golden Core Stage Cultivator detonated all their spiritual power to destroy everything within a dozen miles, but to a Nascent Soul Cultivator, it would at most hurt the skin without injuring the bones.

The power of this thing was at least several hundred times that of an Early Golden Core Stage self-detonation.

What kind of concept was that?

The self-detonation of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

The energy contained in each beam of white light was equivalent to a Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivator detonating all their spiritual power.

The things held in the hands of these ants were equivalent to the power of a Nascent Soul Cultivator's self-detonation.

And there were five of them.

"Dammit, I was overconfident!"

He crawled up from the ground, his broken fingers propping against the gravel and scraping off a layer of skin, making him gasp a breath of cold air in pain.

Daoist Yuling raised his head to glance at the southern sky.

The mushroom cloud blown out by the first one was still hanging in mid-air, the grayish-white pillar supporting a churning mass of clouds, its base glowing with a dark red light.

Gritting his teeth audibly, he re-poured his remaining spiritual power into his protective true essence.

Sixty percent spiritual power, full defense.

This time he was not being overconfident.

The second "pangu nuclear bomb" arrived once again.

Seeing it fall from the sky, he began to circulate his spiritual power.

His protective true essence was increased to its thickest, with three layers stacked together. The golden radiance on his body's surface shone like a small sun.

The white light landed.

The fireball rapidly expanded.

The shockwave pounced over once more.

When it struck his protective true essence, his entire body was pushed back a section, and the gravel beneath his feet was shaved flat by a layer.

He no longer had boots, and the soles of his feet stepped directly onto the scorching vitrified ground, blisters instantly bulging up.

But he endured it.

The protective true essence did not shatter; it only became a layer thinner.

The spiritual power within his body also dropped from sixty percent to thirty percent.