128: Charging station for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner

"Wandering Souls..."

Hearing this word, the corner of Su Ling's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He almost couldn't hold back a smile.

To him, the Wuwang Bone Forest was truly a treasure trove!

He was just worrying about the insufficient number of remnant souls in his ten thousand souls banner.

Wasn't this resource point a natural charging station for the ten thousand souls banner?

Once a Soul Tide appeared, he only needed to plant the ten thousand souls banner into the ground, and it would quickly absorb over ten thousand remnant souls.

By then, the Low Grade Magic Treasure ten thousand souls banner might even directly promote to Medium Grade.

When fighting, if ten thousand remnant souls suddenly appeared, no one would be able to remain calm!

If he were to use the Soul Fusion Technique with such a vast quantity, at least a dozen Peak Core Formation Stage Divine Souls could be created.

Even if their strength couldn't compare to a Cultivator with a Physical Body... the Divine Soul attacks launched by these Peak souls alone would likely be enough to wipe out a Peak Core Formation Cultivator who wasn't skilled in Divine Soul defense.

Looking at that vast, grayish-white land, Su Ling couldn't help but feel a bit excited.

"Everyone, the Wuwang Bone Forest is ahead. Get into position and be ready for battle at any moment!"

Yan Wushuang shouted loudly, his majestic magic power surging as the aura of the Nascent Soul Early Stage rapidly spread out.

On the mothership, Cultivators quickly stood at the rear of the Spirit Cannons, placing their palms on the specially made Spirit Crystals at the base.

The Formation patterns on the barrels of the ten Spirit Cannons gradually lit up with various spiritual lights, and clusters of spiritual power cannonballs rapidly took shape.

Su Ling belonged to the first batch; while infusing lightning-attribute magic power, he used his Divine Sense to investigate the operation of the Spirit Cannon's Formation patterns.

Many more Cultivators quickly entered the cabins, and on both sides of the massive black armor mothership, a series of hatch doors opened.

Revealing the small combat Flying Boats within, ready for action.

The grade and speed of these Flying Boats weren't great, but they excelled in defensive power.

A typical Core Formation Mid-stage attack wouldn't be able to break their Formation's light shield in a short time.

After a moment, the black armor Flying Boat finally arrived above the Wuwang Bone Forest.

Deep in the dense forest thirty miles ahead, the roar of Spells was incessant.

Cultivators of the Qingming Faction, led by a Nascent Soul Cultivator, were using Formations to frantically bombard the defensive Formation of the Shadow Soul Crystal Mine.

The spiritual light on the Formation membrane had dimmed like a candle flickering in the wind.

In the distant sky, the battle fluctuations between two Nascent Soul Cultivators were exceptionally intense.

"Peak Core Formation Cultivators, follow me to the ground for support! Everyone else, use the mothership's defense to launch attacks!"

Yan Wushuang's voice suddenly boomed, his azure magic robe fluttering despite the lack of wind.

He grasped at the void with his right hand, and a golden greatsword about ten feet long suddenly appeared.

The sword's body was covered in fine metallic patterns; it was his high-grade magic treasure, the Gengjin Void-Cleaving Sword.

Before his voice had even faded, Yan Wushuang had already turned into a streak of golden light, diving down from the clouds, targeting that Qingming Sword Cultivator within the Qingming Faction.

This person was 'Black Rock' of the Qingming Faction, known for his formidable defense; at this moment, he was wielding a giant axe Magic Treasure, hacking at the defensive Formation membrane until it trembled incessantly.

"A Direct Disciple Nascent Soul from the Bitao Sect? Just in time!"

Black Rock's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he flicked his left hand, and a black shield suddenly flew out.

The shield's surface was embedded with dense, pitch-black bone spikes; it was his defensive Magic Treasure, the Black Iron Obsidian Shield.

"Clang!"

The Void-Cleaving Sword struck the Obsidian Shield with the force of a thousand tons. The moment the golden sword light collided with the black shield light, a shockwave spread like ripples, and the trees of the bone forest snapped as a result.

Yan Wushuang's wrist sank slightly, and the metallic patterns on the sword suddenly lit up. A sharp burst of metal-attribute spiritual power spread along the shield, actually carving a tiny crack on the surface of the Obsidian Shield.

Black Rock's expression changed drastically; he hadn't expected that, even though both were high-grade magic treasures, the opponent's golden greatsword could actually break through the Obsidian Shield's defense.

He subconsciously channeled his magic power, attempting to shake off the Void-Cleaving Sword, but Yan Wushuang's arm was as steady as a rock. The golden greatsword seemed pinned to the shield, and the crack on the Obsidian Shield continued to widen.

"Metal-attribute Cultivation Techniques aren't as simple as just hacking and slashing."

A cold sneer curled at the corner of Yan Wushuang's mouth as his left hand formed a hand seal.

The Void-Cleaving Sword suddenly split into dozens of golden sword shadows, stabbing toward Black Rock's body like a torrential rain.

Though these sword shadows were only condensed from spiritual power, they carried a sharpness comparable to Medium Grade Magic Treasures.

Black Rock neither dodged nor avoided, turning his giant axe to hack toward Yan Wushuang.

At the same time, a pair of Magic Treasure gauntlets appeared on his hands. He actually dodged out from behind the Obsidian Shield and threw a heavy punch.

The majestic force of the punch brought a biting astral wind, pouncing toward Yan Wushuang like a landslide or a tsunami.

Yet those golden sword shadows stabbed into his body with a series of crisp "clinks," leaving him completely unharmed.

"A Body-Refining Nascent Soul!"

Yan Wushuang's eyes lit up as he pulled back and retreated.

He casually tossed the Void-Cleaving Sword, using his Divine Thought to control it and block the giant axe.

A suit of silver battle armor instantly covered his entire body. Raising his knee and bending his elbow, he brazenly crashed into the incoming fist shadow.

At the same time, the black armor mothership also began to show its power.

One after another, spiritual power cannonballs flashing with various spiritual lights cut through the haze, bombarding directly into the crowd of Cultivators from the Qingming Faction below.

"Boom!"

In an instant, they turned into clusters of exploding flames, golden light, rock spikes, Wind Blades, and thunder, wreaking havoc across the field.

Each cannonball had a power comparable to a full-strength strike from a Peak Core Formation Cultivator.

Within the range of the attack, only those Cultivators who had formed defensive Formations or dodged in time managed to survive.

In this single round alone, over a hundred people were killed.

However, as the Spirit Cannons fired, the black armor mothership, which had been in a cloaked state, also revealed itself.

"Five hundred points!"

Noticing the change in the numbers on his Faction Token, Su Ling's heart stirred.

The Cultivators from the Qingming Sword Sect who came to attack this time were basically all at least at the Core Formation Mid-stage.

On average, each person could provide at least a thousand points.

With over a hundred people annihilated, that was a hundred thousand points.

Even after being distributed, he still received five hundred, which meant that the remaining half of the points must have been allocated to Yan Wushuang, who had exchanged for the mothership.

Fifty thousand points in one round of cannon fire.

This is just too exaggerated!

Estimating this, Su Ling couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder.

And for this support battle, in addition to the spoils from killing enemies, the Bitao Faction also offered an extra reward of two million points.

No wonder they easily offered three million points as a reward.

Clearly, they were operating on the principle that the wool comes from the sheep's back.

The cooling time for the Spirit Cannons was five breaths, and soon three rounds of bombardment ended.

But aside from the initial surprise, the opposing Cultivators had long since prepared themselves and quickly maintained their Formation while moving.

They used Formations to launch a counterattack against the mothership.

As a result, the gains from the subsequent two rounds of bombardment combined were not as much as the first round.

Su Ling stepped aside, feeling the magic power within his body.

Three cannonballs had consumed roughly three percent of his magic power reserves.

Converted, that was about half the magic power of an ordinary Core Formation Mid-stage Cultivator.

No wonder Yan Wushuang had made arrangements beforehand, allowing each person to fire only three times.

A new round of bombardment began, but this time it targeted those Late-stage Core Formation or Peak Core Formation Cultivators.

And one by one, the Flying Boats also flew out from the mothership at the right time, engaging the Cultivators below in skirmishes.

Although there were only a thousand reinforcing Cultivators, combined with the Cultivators in the soul crystal mine's defensive grand Formation, the total was less than two thousand people.

Compared to the approximately three thousand in the Qingming Faction, they were still quite outnumbered.

But the opponent's Nascent Souls were all tied up, unable to spare a hand for the moment.

With the Flying Boats, mothership, and Formations assisting in defense, the Cultivators of the Bitao Faction were able to attack with all their might.

The scales were tipping step by step toward the Bitao Faction.