Vol 2 Chapter 89: Heavenly Punishment Attack!

Compared with the strength of the South Alliance cultivators, the chasing troops in the northern Xinjiang were weaker, but they had an advantage in numbers.
With the momentum of a victor, they chased frantically from behind. Even though they were slightly inferior, they still scared the Nanmeng cultivators to flee in a panic.
In secular wars, such a thing has also occurred, but only a dozen soldiers can capture hundreds of enemy soldiers.
The monks in the northern border before the pursuit had also expected that there would be a battle, but it was definitely not the scene in front of them.
The unknown cultivator Loucheng was even more fierce than the Nanmeng cultivator, like a pack of wolves robbing food.
Not only is the fighting style fierce, but the magic weapon is even more powerful. Rune chains wander around, tying the northern monks into a long string.
His clothes were shattered, his body was scorched and cracked, and his face was full of despair.
They felt the same at this moment, and finally understood why the captured Nanmeng monks seemed to have just escaped from the fire pit.
Replaced by a guy with low strength, I am afraid that the feces and urine have already flowed, and he has done his ugliness in public.
The monks in the northern border of the realm of refining gods, also realized what despair is, facing this group of monks who covered their heads and faces like wolves like tigers, they were also crushed one-sidedly.
Zaku, who was the leader, was targeted and was robbed by Du Huo and Lu Yun in public.
"The credit of this old man, you can't even think of robbing it!"
"Hehe, everyone depends on their ability, why should they let you?"
When the two monks were fighting, they were still fighting, completely ignoring the robbed Zaku.
"asshole!"
This kind of despised, scrambled, and treasure-like treatment almost made Zaku vomit blood.
In the end, Poison Fire succeeded, shouting happily, and directly putting the confinement ring around the opponent's neck.
He threw it from a distance and fell into the mud pit below the city wall, making up his mind to humiliate this genius monk in the northern border.
Zhagu, whose cultivation base was imprisoned, was mad at this humiliation. He struggled to get up from the mud pit, and watched the monks in the northern Xinjiang continue to be captured.
"You wait for me, this hatred will be paid back a hundredfold!"
Zhagu gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was more and more looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements.
A group of residents of the building appeared, holding a large-caliber rifle in their hands, and pulled Zaku up from the mud pit.
Seeing himself covered in mud and in a state of embarrassment, Zaku's anger rushed to his heart again.
"You bunch of despicable ants, I must make you pay the price and cry for mercy in despair and pain!"
The residents of Loucheng who arrested him sneered and kicked him to the ground with one kick.
"They have already become prisoners, and you dare to be so arrogant. It seems that you have suffered too little."
Zaku was furious. He had never been so humiliated before, and he wanted to fight back when he jumped from the ground.
Unexpectedly, just after taking two steps, the confinement ring took effect immediately, and the high-voltage current ran through his body.
The unbearable itching roamed deep in the bone marrow, causing Zaku to let out a painful wailing.
He never imagined that when his cultivation was absent, he would be so unbearable in the face of torture.
He fell to the ground and twitched, and after a full minute, Zaku stood up with difficulty.
The previous arrogance and domineering disappeared at this moment, but replaced by a gloomy expression.
This arrogant and arrogant guy finally realized his situation, and no longer dared to speak arrogantly.
Without the need for practitioners to take action, any Daqi soldier can chop him into puree with a knife.
Heroes do not suffer immediate losses, but hold hatred in their hearts, and they will come back with revenge thousands of times in the future.
Zaku looked through the autumn water at the moment, looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements to save himself from the sea of ​​misery.
But what he saw was that the monks in the northern border were holding their heads and running away, and they were being defeated and captured one-sidedly.
"Why don't you come, come quickly, or it will be too late..."
Zaku prayed secretly, but there was a trace of panic in his heart.
From birth to becoming a monk, he has always been smooth sailing. Even if the two camps fought, he has made military exploits more than once.
He was extremely arrogant, thinking that he must be famous in the world.
Now a prisoner, facing death threats, fear arises spontaneously.
Just as Zaku was praying in secret, a roar suddenly came from afar, the sound was like thunder.
"Dare to attack the monks in Northern Xinjiang, you are courting death!"
Zaku turned around abruptly and almost cried with joy.
The long-awaited reinforcements have finally arrived, and it's finally time for you to repay your debts, the damned cultivator of Loucheng.
As soon as his smile appeared, it became stiff in an instant, staring blankly at the distant sky.
In the direction of the reinforcements, a spectacle suddenly appeared in the air, and a behemoth of unknown origin burst through the clouds.
Like a city, suspended above the clouds.
Countless thick and long pipes point to the ground in unison, releasing an oppressive breath.
In the next second, fire erupted from the rune tube, and a dull sound could be heard incessantly.
Even the most violent thunder is not so intense, as if the sky will be completely torn apart.
There was a tremor from the earth, but it really shattered, and the violent explosion sounded together.
Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can imagine that the scene must be like purgatory.
The monks on both sides of the enemy were attracted by this apocalyptic scene and looked into the distance in a stunned manner.
A gust of wind came, and the branches swayed wildly, mixed with the breath of flames and flesh and blood.
The furious sound from before has disappeared now. I don't know if it was fleeing in a hurry, or was swallowed up by the terrifying thunder and flames.
After two big wins in a row, the complacent Poison Fire Real Man had a sluggish face under his helmet.
This kind of attack, which can be called divine punishment, he had never seen before, it was terrifying to the extreme.
Faced with this kind of divine punishment attack, no matter how well-prepared he was, he was afraid that he would end up shattered to pieces.
Even a city will inevitably be razed to the ground in a short period of time in the face of such a terrifying attack.
Sure enough, in addition to them, Loucheng has other means of attack to deal with more powerful enemies.
The stern roar from before, mixed with the aura of a cultivator, was obviously a master of perfection.
There are obviously more than one reinforcements from the northern border of this strength. Once the opponent arrives on the battlefield, a third fierce battle will inevitably be launched.
However, in this war, they may not be able to win, even if they are well equipped.
Even if they barely win, in the next time, more monks from the northern border will arrive one after another.
The just-concluded north-south war is likely to be rekindled again, and the opponents in the northern border will also become a towering city.
Under normal circumstances, things will inevitably develop like this, unless Loucheng has other means to forcibly reverse the crisis.
Lu Yunzhen and other cultivators had thought about this before, guessing that Loucheng might send strong men to deter the northern border.
They guessed the beginning correctly, but guessed the wrong pattern. Loucheng's method was so shocking.
They had no way of determining whether the sight in the air was illusion or real, but they knew that the ground attack was never adulterated.
The explosion lasted for more than ten seconds, but it felt extremely long.
At the moment when the explosion ended, Lu Yunzhen was the first to rush out, heading straight for the explosion site in front of him.
Whether it was taking the opportunity to beat the underdog or watching the battle scene, it was decided that they had to go there.
The Venomous Poison Fire followed closely, and at the same time scolded the old dog Lu Yun. When it came to taking advantage of things, this guy was always the fastest.
The other captive monks followed closely behind and were ready for battle.
It didn't take long for the monks to arrive at the explosion site, and they were immediately stunned by the sight in front of them.
The earth is in a mess, the vegetation has disappeared, only the scorched earth is left, and the breath of life cannot be felt at all.
The area of ​​almost a city is full of such tragic scenes, like the scorched earth of purgatory.
The cultivators, who were deeply shocked, quickly recovered and searched again on the scorched earth battlefield.
Encountered by such a terrifying attack, it is impossible for the enemy to remain unscathed. Either they have been wiped out, or they are seriously injured and hidden.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to discover that under the scorched earth, there were a group of beleaguered northern cultivators hiding.