293: Under the Vajra Palm, all evil demons and heretics are just ants!

The iron gate collapsed with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Inside the factory, hundreds of thugs, who had been clamoring to teach the invaders a lesson, froze.

The next second, they reacted, their survival instincts making them pull the trigger.

“St-stop them!”

“Full firepower, kill them all!”

Da da da da!

A rain of bullets poured out from every corner of the factory.

However, these bullets, which could easily tear through flesh, merely created a series of clinking sounds against the five hundred tower shields, having no other effect.

“Wh-what the hell is this?”

“Their equipment Rank is too high!”

All the thugs were dumbfounded.

General Ao Zhan’s face still held that indifferent, disdainful expression.

Seeing them so easily defeated, he didn’t even bother to give a direct order, merely gesturing to his companions with his eyes.

“Archer, follow me. Take the high ground and clear the fire points on the second floor,” Tang Ketian immediately understood.

With the order given, the army instantly changed formation.

Tang Ketian personally led two hundred Archers, who, like nimble monkeys, climbed onto the metal walkways on both sides of the factory in a few leaps, taking the high ground.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Deadly arrows rained down from above.

The thugs, who were hiding behind cover and firing frantically, didn’t even have time to react before arrows pierced their heads and hearts, killing them on the spot.

At the same time, Numinous Flower led the Shield Soldiers, like a relentless bulldozer, directly charging into the chaotic crowd.

A burly, half-beastial thug, who tried to block with his body, was hit head-on by a shield.

The sound of his chest collapsing was clearly audible, and he knocked over seven or eight companions before stopping.

“Kill!”

The Spearmen, following behind the Shield Soldiers, thrust their long spears through the gaps in the shields.

Each thrust took a life.

The entire factory instantly became a slaughterhouse.

Hua Li, holding her guqin, walked in the center of the army, plucking a string.

Ding—

Some thugs, who were preparing to ambush from the shadows, looked bewildered.

Immediately after, they suddenly turned their blades and ferociously slashed at their comrades.

“You bastard, why are you hacking at me!”

“Damn it, you’re the traitor!”

Scenes of mutual slaughter played out in every corner.

Hua Li’s Soul-Snatching Melody disrupted their already wavering will.

Lin Xiaoran’s palms, gripping his staff, were sweaty. He conjured a metal spike and shot it at a straggler.

The metal spike successfully pierced the thug’s thigh, but the thug only let out a scream and charged even more frantically.

Before he could get close, a long spear thrust out from the side, piercing his throat.

“It’s useless,” General Ao Zhan’s cold voice rang out. “Your attacks are too slow, and their power is too weak.”

“On this kind of battlefield, the only thing you can do is protect yourselves and not cause us trouble.”

Lin Xiaoran’s cheeks flushed with heat. He shamefully put away his staff, no longer futilely conjuring Spells.

He suppressed the feeling of powerlessness in his heart and stared intently at the battlefield, analyzing the enemy’s positions and fire gaps.

He understood that General General Ao Zhan was right; in such a place, individual brute force was the most useless thing. Finding one’s own position was key.

Only Chen Beixuan’s gaze never left the battlefield.

He was learning.

Learning how the army coordinated, learning how commanders gave orders.

Just then, on the second floor of the factory, a man with a face full of knife scars let out a roar.

He was one of Pan Ergou’s main combatants, nicknamed “Butcher,” with an A-Rank Strength Enhancement Talent.

“All of you, get the hell out of my way!”

The Butcher kicked aside a corpse next to him, hoisted a heavy machine gun, and aimed it at the Shield Soldier formation below.

“Die for me!”

He roared, about to pull the trigger.

However, a golden light was faster than his movements.

Numinous Flower had appeared below the Butcher at some unknown moment.

“Prodigy, submit to the Law!”

Numinous Flower held up one hand to the sky, unleashing a “Vajra Palm” strike.

A huge golden palm print directly slammed onto the metal floor beneath the Butcher’s feet.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the half-meter-thick steel plate was directly blasted through.

The Butcher, man and gun, screamed as he fell from the second floor, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood.

“Amitabha,” Numinous Flower put his palms together, his demeanor solemn and dignified.

This scene shattered the psychological defenses of all the thugs.

“Devils… they’re devils!”

“I surrender, I surrender, don’t kill me!”

Someone, it was unclear who, was the first to throw away their weapon and kneel on the ground.

Subsequently, more and more people threw away their weapons and begged for mercy on their knees.

However, the Cangming City army showed no reaction.

“The Lord has commanded, leave no one alive.”

A cold voice pronounced their death sentence.

The slaughter continued.

…

In the center of the steel factory.

Pan Ergou listened to the screams getting closer and closer from outside, kicked over a wine table beside him, and flew into a rage.

“Useless! All of them are useless!”

He couldn’t understand how his hundreds of fierce subordinates couldn’t even hold out for half an hour.

“Boss… what… what do we do?” a trusted subordinate asked tremblingly.

A ruthless glint flashed in Pan Ergou’s eyes. “These bastards want me dead, so I’ll drag them down with me!”

He tore open his shirt, revealing a muscular chest adorned with a ferocious evil dog totem.

“Come on! Let me show you what real power is!”

Pan Ergou roared, his muscles began to swell, black veins appeared on his skin, his eyes turned blood-red, and his mouth stretched into a grin, revealing two rows of stark white fangs.

S-Rank Talent—Berserk!

The moment he completed his transformation.

General Ao Zhan, holding a long spear, with the murderous army behind him, slowly walked in.

His gaze fell directly on the monstrous, no-longer-human figure on the throne.

General Ao Zhan said to Chen Beixuan and the two others behind him, “Watch closely. This S-Rank Talent seems very powerful.”

“But it lacks Dao. True power is control, not release.”

“Roar!”

Pan Ergou, in his Berserk state, had lost his sanity.

Only the most primitive desire for slaughter remained in his eyes.

Seeing General Ao Zhan and the army behind him, Pan Ergou let out a beast-like roar, his thick legs pushing off the ground.

He charged directly at General Ao Zhan, who was at the very front of the army formation!

After going Berserk, his strength and speed increased severalfold.

Wherever he passed, deep cracks appeared on the ground.

Su Qingxue and Lin Xiaoran, who were following behind General Ao Zhan, were almost breathless under the oppressive Aura.

Lin Xiaoran’s face was pale. Is this the true strength of an S-Rank Talent Lord?

Just the Aura alone made him unable to even lift his staff.

Su Qingxue was also deeply shaken. She had no doubt that if she faced this monster, she would be torn to shreds in one encounter.

However, facing this powerful, thunderous strike, General Ao Zhan didn’t even bother to lift an eyelid.

He said indifferently to the Buddhist War General beside him.

“Numinous Flower, make him sober up.”

“Yes, sir.”

Numinous Flower stepped forward, blocking General Ao Zhan, golden Buddhist light swirling around him.

“Die!”

Pan Ergou’s heavy punch, imbued with black, violent energy, was already upon him.

This punch was enough to level a building!

Numinous Flower slowly raised his right hand, formed a palm seal, and pushed it forward.

Vajra Palm.

Pan Ergou’s fist, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, at the moment it touched Numinous Flower’s golden palm.

The violent black energy, like raging waves crashing against the shore, was blocked by the Buddhist light, unable to advance an inch!

“This… impossible!” A bewildered expression appeared in Pan Ergou’s blood-red eyes.

“My power… why!”

Before he could understand, Numinous Flower’s seemingly slow golden palm had already pressed against his chest.

Bang!

In the sight of Chen Beixuan and the two others, time seemed to slow down.

They could see Numinous Flower’s palm lightly pressing against Pan Ergou’s chest.

The next second, the violent black energy on Pan Ergou’s body instantly dissipated.

His swollen muscles also rapidly atrophied.

His blood-red eyes returned to clarity.

“Pfft—”

Pan Ergou spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments, flying backward and crashing into the wall behind him.

Boom!

The wall collapsed, burying him.

One move.

Just one move.

A Lord who had activated his S-Rank Talent and possessed an overwhelming Aura was thus incapacitated.

Everyone was stunned into silence by this shocking scene.

Chen Beixuan’s pupils contracted, staring at Numinous Flower’s hand, which was still glowing golden.

That was not mere power.

That was a… Law-level suppression.

Numinous Flower’s Buddhist Dao inherently countered evil demons like Pan Ergou, who relied on berserker rage and Killing Intent.