219: Chapter 219 One-Sided Crushing

Gu Shen's thunder shadow boots flashed with faint blue electric arcs, his figure transforming into a streak of dark cyan thunder, cutting through the dim miasma of the Desolate Valley, bearing down on Core Disciple Qin Wuyan, who was ten zhang away.

Driven by extreme primordial Qi, the thunder pattern gold-slaying blade emitted a blade-hum that could pierce gold and crack stone.

The three-zhang-long thunder-magnetic blade radiance, carrying the terrifying kinetic energy of Mount Tai pressing down, slashed down overhead.

Core Disciple Qin Wuyan's face turned fierce as he slapped his Storage Pouch with one hand at high speed.

A Flying Sword, entirely deep blue and radiating extreme cold, suddenly flew out.

This sword was named "Frost Jiao" and was a top-tier Magical Artifact bestowed by the Sect's elders, with the essence of a 2nd-stage Peak Ice Jiao sealed within the blade.

"Clang—!"

The thunder-magnetic blade radiance and the Frost Jiao Flying Sword collided with a boom in mid-air.

Amidst the deafening sound of metal clashing, a visible ring of air waves rapidly expanded outward.

Gu Shen's toxic evil primordial Qi, derived from Wasteland nuclear energy, was incomparably tyrannical, crazily eroding the icy spiritual light on the Frost Jiao Flying Sword along the blade's edge.

Core Disciple Qin Wuyan felt his tiger's mouth tremble violently, and an overwhelming, barbaric giant force surged into his Meridians along the sword's body, forcing the jade sword under his feet to wobble and his figure to retreat several zhang repeatedly.

"How can this thief's primordial Qi be so bizarre!" Core Disciple Qin Wuyan's heart was in turmoil.

As both were at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, the opponent's primordial Qi not only contained the sharpness of Geng metal and the violence of thunder, but also hid a kind of death-evil Qi that withered all things.

Every collision of Magical Artifacts made him feel his blood and Qi churning.

The confrontation in mid-air was as fast as lightning, while the Desolate Valley basin below had already turned into a Shura purgatory belonging to the Beast Taming Sect Disciples.

The Nine Stars Spirit Binding Array and the Azure Wood Strangulation Array disintegrated one after another.

Hundreds of elite Disciples forming the array suffered from the backlash of the Formation, and their spiritual power circulation experienced a brief stagnation.

It was precisely this extremely fatal pause of several breaths that allowed the nine Demon Bone Iron Guards to completely break into the heart of the crowd.

These steel Puppets covered in dark black titanium-tungsten alloy armor were completely unconstrained by the common logic of cultivation battles in the Great Yu Cultivation World.

They did not practice Spells, did not form hand Seals, and every metal component on their bodies was born for the purest physical destruction.

"Scatter! Use defensive Magical Artifacts! Use Flying Swords to cut their joints and hubs!"

Several Qi Refining 9th Layer inner Sect deacons struggled to support their injured bodies, desperately commanding the collapsing Formation.

Dozens of Flying Swords, gold bricks, copper rings, and other Magical Artifacts rose into the air, carrying colorful Spell trails, raining down like raindrops onto the No. 3 Iron Guard (Thunder Cloud Snow Leopard) charging in the forefront.

The streamlined metal body of the No. 3 Iron Guard suddenly crouched low during its sprint, and the propulsion Formation patterns on its back erupted with blinding spiritual light.

Its speed climbed to an incredible level within a single breath, and its body left a series of afterimages amidst the dense barrage of Magical Artifacts.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Several Flying Swords that couldn't dodge in time slashed fiercely onto the shoulder armor and spine of the No. 3 Iron Guard.

Sparks flew everywhere, and debris scattered.

A scene that made all Beast Taming Sect Disciples chill appeared.

Those sharp Flying Swords, which were usually enough to disembowel 2nd-stage Yao Beasts, slashed onto the surface of the dark black armor, only leaving shallow white marks.

And looking at those Flying Swords, the blades were chipped one after another, their spiritual light dimmed greatly, and they fell to the ground wailing.

"What kind of grade is this mechanical Puppet! Is the Puppet's body made of top-grade Magical Artifacts?! Or Magic Treasure fragments?!" A deacon's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in shock.

Before his exclamation could fall, the No. 3 Iron Guard had already approached within five feet of him like lightning.

The titanium-tungsten alloy blades at the front of its arms popped out in a crisscross pattern.

"Sss-la—"

A hair-raising sound of flesh tearing resounded through the valley.

The spiritual power shield that the Qi Refining 9th Layer deacon hurriedly propped up was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in front of the high-frequency vibrating alloy blades and was instantly split in two.

Along with his fleshly body that he had cultivated for decades, he was cut in half at the waist.

Hot viscera and blood sprayed out, pouring onto the cold metal mask of the No. 3 Iron Guard, adding a bit of intimidating ferocity.

The Iron Guard No. 7 (Golden-Horned Rhinoceros Beast) was like an out-of-control war chariot, and every heavy step on the ground caused the rock layers to crack.

It didn't dodge at all, facing the dense Spells released by more than ten Disciples in front, and crashed straight into the crowd.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of impacts connected into one.

Three Beast Taming Sect Disciples who couldn't dodge in time were directly smashed to pieces by the body of the Iron Guard No. 7.

Their defensive robes exploded into fragments, and their whole bodies flew dozens of zhang away like ragdolls, smashing heavily onto the ice wall of the frozen underground river, leaving a shocking pool of blood as they slid down.

The remaining Disciples were terrified and hurriedly activated their movement techniques to flee to both sides.

The thick chest armor of the No. 9 Iron Guard (Flame Poison Crocodile King) cracked outward, and clusters of miserable green nuclear poison fire sprayed out like shadows following the form, covering the sky and earth.

Disciples contaminated by the poison fire let out extremely miserable howls.

They despaired to find that their own water-type Spells could not extinguish this bizarre green flame at all.

The flames spread crazily along their robes, and in just a few breaths, they burned their living bodies into charred, withered bones.

The other six 2nd-stage Demon Bone Iron Guards also formed a tight tactical advance Formation, facing the Beast Taming Sect Cultivators who were several times their number, still as if entering an uninhabited land.

The Physical Body of the Cultivator appeared so vulnerable in front of the steel machinery of the Wasteland heavy industry.

Any flashy Spells or mysterious Formation patterns were crushed to pieces in front of absolute physical mass and armor defense.

In the center of the Desolate Valley.

The scarred Mountain-Quaking Kui Ox cub stood alone in the pile of rubble where blood flowed like a river.

Its huge vertical pupils reflected the figures of these black iron-armored monsters slaughtering.

As a Yao Beast with ancient Bloodline, it instinctively held strong hostility towards all living beings around it.

However, it keenly sensed that these nine terrifying monsters actually radiated a bit of the aura of the same great Yao that made it feel close, and they had no killing intent towards it, this heavily injured cub.

The cub panted low, stopped struggling, and let the Iron Guard No. 7 guard in front of it like an iron tower, blocking all incoming stray arrows and Spell aftermath for it.

Above the valley.

Core Disciple Qin Wuyan blocked Gu Shen's tiger-like slash with his sword and borrowed the force to pull away into the high altitude.

He looked down at the Sect array below that had completely collapsed.

There were severed limbs and arms all over the ground, and all he could hear were the screams of his Junior Brothers.

The hunting trap he had painstakingly set up, and the Nine Stars Spirit Binding Array that had cost a massive amount of the Sect's heritage, had been torn to pieces by these nine iron lumps in the most brutal and savage way in just half an incense stick of time.

"Retreat! All retreat! Drive the spirit birds to ascend!"

Core Disciple Qin Wuyan's eyes were splitting, his Qi sank into his Dantian, and his fierce roar containing primordial Qi spread throughout the entire Desolate Valley.

He finally realized a cruel fact: in a ground position battle, the Magical Artifacts of the Qi Refining Stage Disciples could not break the defense of these Puppets at all, and staying behind only meant being unilaterally slaughtered.

The remaining dozens of Beast Taming Sect elites felt as if they had been granted amnesty and hurriedly summoned their respective flying spirit birds from their Spirit Beast bags.

Green-feathered geese and red-eyed thunder eagles flapped their wings and soared into the sky, carrying the terrified Disciples to climb desperately into the high altitude, trying to escape the hunting range of those steel giant beasts.

"Want to leave? Did Alias agree?"

Gu Shen stood in the Void Realm, his left hand's index and middle fingers together, pointing from afar.

"God-Slaying Sword."

Deep in the Sea of Consciousness, the majestic Divine Sense power instantly condensed.

The "God-Slaying Sword" secret technique turned into dozens of invisible and intangible Divine Sense needles, stabbing like a rainstorm toward the spirit birds and Disciples who were about to ascend.

"Screech—!"

Several Spirit Beasts that had just taken off let out a miserable wail, their Sea of Consciousness was severely damaged, their wings stiffened, and they fell straight from mid-air.

The Beast Taming Sect Disciples on their backs had splitting headaches, lost their balance, and smashed heavily to the ground along with the beasts under the feet of the Iron Guards.

Greeting them was the ruthless, titanium-tungsten alloy giant foot of the Iron Guard No. 7 that could crush gold and stone.

Core Disciple Qin Wuyan looked at this tragic scene, his gentle mask was completely torn to pieces, and madness that chose people to devour churned in the bottom of his eyes.

"Alias, you are bullying people too much!"

Core Disciple Qin Wuyan roared to the sky, his white clothes moving without wind.

He formed an extremely ancient and complicated Beast Taming hand Seal in front of his chest with one hand, and directly reached into the most precious golden Spirit Beast bag at his waist with the other.

He knew clearly that if he could not suppress this gray-robed Loose Cultivator today, the face of his core inheritance of the Beast Taming Sect would be completely wiped out.

"This seat will let you see today what the true heritage of my Beast Taming Sect is!"

Golden light soared into the sky.

A terrifying Demonic Qi that far exceeded the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage and was infinitely close to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage gushed out from that Spirit Beast bag, instantly dispersing all the surrounding poison miasma.