Chapter 53 : Fire Lances Slaughter the Enemy
Chapter 53: Fire Lances Slaughter the Enemy
Over the skies above Jinsha County City.
Iskandar’s spear thrust out like a dragon, sending Qin Qiong flying backward, coughing blood.
On the other side, Cheng Yaojin was besieged by two early-stage Divine Power Realm experts and could not spare a single hand.
Meanwhile, Qin Qiong finally realized the true extent of the man before him — not merely at the late stage of the Divine Power Realm, but its pinnacle!
The long spear in Iskandar’s grasp suddenly trembled.
The wolf patterns coiling upon the shaft came alive, transforming into nine blood-red wolf phantoms circling his body.
Each blood wolf exhaled a different kind of spiritual aura — some blazing like fire, others as cold as ice; one even spat out corrosive poison mist.
“To force this king to use the True Intent of Myriad Phenomena I’ve just comprehended — your death is not in vain.”
The tip of Iskandar’s spear twitched lightly — and the nine wolves howled in unison.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed — to the left, the void ignited into roaring infernos; to the right, glaciers and snowfields condensed out of thin air; and before them arose the vision of countless wailing souls, a scene of pure horror.
Such was the terrifying might of the Divine Power Realm’s perfection stage — each strike carried a fragment of heaven and earth’s phenomena, impossible to guard against.
And one step further — that would be the true Myriad Phenomena Realm!
Qin Qiong steadied himself, coughing blood, his gilded Mo Blade dim and dull.
That single spear had shattered three of his ribs, and worse — the spear force contained a devouring power that was eroding his spiritual energy.
“Come again!”
He gritted his teeth and swung his blade, but the formation behind him was torn apart by the blood wolves before it could even take shape.
Iskandar sneered, thrusting forward once more. Though the spear tip had yet to reach him, cracks were already spreading across Qin Qiong’s breastplate.
At that critical instant, hundreds of crimson sparks flared in the sky.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
A barrage of gunfire thundered like rolling storms.
Zhao Shuijiao led the Guan Ning Iron Cavalry onto the field at last, pulling his trigger from a mile away.
The custom Armor-Breaking Bullets streaked through the air in red arcs, each aimed precisely at Iskandar’s vital points!
“Petty tricks!”
Iskandar twisted his spear, and the nine blood wolves opened their maws to devour the incoming rounds.
But just as the bullets were about to be refined, Zhao Shuijiao let out a low shout: “Explode!”
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
All the lead bullets detonated simultaneously, scattering fragments of Divine Purple Sky Thunder within them.
The thunder, forged to destroy evil forces, twisted the wolf phantoms in agony, forcing Iskandar to pull his spear back for defense.
Seizing that instant, Zhao Shuijiao spurred his horse forward.
The runes along his weapon — the Thunder General Fire Lance — blazed with light, its barrel glowing so intensely that it hurt to look at.
“General Qin, I’ll aid you!”
The Guan Ning Iron Cavalry below suddenly changed formation, their combined battle aura forming a winged black tiger that dove into Zhao Shuijiao’s body.
His muscles swelled; with a single leap, he soared into the air.
The barrel of his gun shifted with a click, transforming — extending into a six-foot-long lance blade!
“Boom!”
Lance blade and spear clashed violently, the explosion of spiritual power stirring the air within a hundred meters.
Shrouded in the black tiger’s aura formed by the cavalry’s blood energy, Zhao Shuijiao’s every muscle brimmed with explosive might.
With the power of ten thousand cavalrymen coursing through him, this late-stage Divine Power Realm general’s strength now even surpassed Iskandar’s!
“Interesting.”
A flicker of surprise flashed in Iskandar’s eyes, yet his spearwork grew sharper.
The weapon in his hand suddenly split into hundreds of shadows, each carrying a different elemental phenomenon.
Zhao Shuijiao’s pupils contracted.
His gunblade moved in a blur, blocking most strikes — yet three spear shadows broke through.
Flames scorched his right shoulder, icy qi froze his left leg, and the most lethal — a spear imbued with poisonous miasma — lunged straight for his throat!
He parried two, but the venomous one was unavoidable.
“Break!”
At the last second, Qin Qiong’s Mo Blade, wrapped in heavenly lightning, cleaved across.
Lightning and poison collided, producing a hissing corrosion that made one’s teeth ache.
The two generals floated back-to-back in midair, spiritual power surging like a tide.
“General Zhao, his moves are too unpredictable. I’ll pin him down — you prepare that move.”
Wiping the blood from his mouth, Qin Qiong looked at Zhao Shuijiao beside him.
Zhao Shuijiao nodded heavily. His weapon reshaped again — the seven-foot barrel split and reformed into a fearsome Thunderfire God-Smiting Gun.
Runes lit up one by one along its length, and at the barrel’s mouth, light began to gather, ominous and blinding.
At last, Iskandar’s expression changed.
He could feel it — the power forming at that gun’s muzzle could kill him.
The nine blood wolves swiftly returned to defense, merging into a crimson barrier before him.
Then Qin Qiong burst forward, the lightning veins on his blade erupting all at once.
This strike carried no flourish — pure, unadulterated force, meant to compel Iskandar into meeting it head-on!
“Courting death!”
The spear thrust out, laden with the True Intent of Myriad Phenomena.
Nine elemental visions intertwined at its tip, forming a storm of annihilation.
Just as blade and spear were about to collide, Zhao Shuijiao’s God-Smiting Gun finished charging.
“Bang!”
A pillar of red-gold light, thick as a water barrel, tore through the heavens.
Where it passed, even space itself cracked faintly!
Iskandar had no choice but to evade, yet still caught the edge of the blast — a burst of blinding white light erupted in the sky.
As the beam engulfed him, the Blue Wolf Army on the ground collectively spat blood — a testament to the sheer force of that attack.
But Zhao Shuijiao knew well — such a strike alone could not kill a Divine Power Realm perfection-stage powerhouse.
He and Qin Qiong braced for a prolonged battle — for the key to victory was not here in the skies.
Only by annihilating the Blue Wolf Army could they truly restrain Iskandar and prevent him from unleashing such terrifying might.
Meanwhile, the battlefield below had become a purgatory.
The Guan Ning Iron Cavalry unleashed their “Mobile Gun-and-Ride” tactics to perfection.
Teams of a hundred weaved through the chaos — firing triple-barreled guns from afar, stabbing with gunblades up close.
The once-proud Blue Wolf Iron Cavalry barely raised their curved blades before armor-piercing rounds shattered their skulls.
The so-called “Iron Wall” heavy infantry fared even worse.
Special Penetration Bullets slipped through shield gaps, turning the soldiers behind them into sieves.
“Switch to Thunderburst Rounds!”
At a squad leader’s shout, the cavalrymen swiftly reloaded with custom ammunition.
The next moment, several infantry phalanxes hiding behind massive shields were engulfed in flames.
The explosion ripped the iron shields apart, and flying shrapnel harvested every inch of life nearby.
Most terrifying of all were the elite cavalrymen wielding Hundred-Pearl Chain Guns.
They targeted officers specifically; when the six rotating barrels spat fire, no one within thirty paces could remain standing.
A Blue Wolf Centurion barely formed a counterattack before five chain guns locked onto him — horse and rider alike burst into bloody mist!
The tide turned swiftly on Cheng Yaojin’s side as well.
Borrowing power from the formation, Xu Fuzou soared into the air — his Fire Dragon Gun spitting not bullets, but a living, writhing fire serpent!
The Divine Power general attacking Cheng Yaojin was caught off guard. The serpent coiled around his left leg, burning it to charcoal in seconds.
Cheng Yaojin seized the chance, laughing loudly: “Hahaha! Grandpa’s here to fix your foot!”
His Xuānhuā Axe cleaved down with mountain-crushing force. The enemy general barely raised his blade in defense before Xu Fuzou followed up — a single shot blasting through his skull.
The second Divine Power general tried to flee, but Cheng Yaojin hurled his axe after him: “Take this!”
The spinning axe whirled like a crimson moon, cleaving the man clean in half — and still carrying on, embedding itself into the Blue Wolf Army’s command banner.
The golden wolf banner — symbol of royal might — toppled with a crash, raising clouds of dust…