I have a city in another world

Chapter 7050 Leaving the City and Transcendent Cultivators

The residents of the outer city in the group were both surprised and delighted, never expecting Tang Zhen to possess such strength.

In chaotic times, following the strong increases the chances of survival; this is an indisputable fact.

However, some people are puzzled because Tang Zhenqiang's actions are too outrageous and have exceeded normal understanding.

Unbeknownst to them, Tang Zhen was actually a ninth-level cultivator with immense soul power and a formidable divine sense capable of covering vast areas.

Under his perception, every detail within a radius of tens of kilometers was clearly visible; life force, energy fluctuations, and even subtle killing intent were as clearly visible as torches in the darkness.

The enemy has nowhere to hide; once locked onto by his divine sense, they have no chance of escaping whatsoever.

To avoid being pursued by his enemies, Tang Zhen could not use his magic indiscriminately, lest he reveal his exact location.

A ninth-level cultivator's physical body is tempered through countless trials, their reaction speed is exceptionally fast, and their control over their muscles and bones is incredibly precise, making them far more powerful than mortals can imagine.

Only when used with specially designed weapons can it have such terrifying destructive power.

Not to mention that Tang Zhen's combat experience and skills far surpass those of ordinary ninth-level cultivators, he is a true master of both magic and martial arts, whose combat skills and killing techniques have long since reached a state of perfection.

In such a chaotic and critical situation, leading a group of ordinary residents who lack military training and were hastily assembled to escape through layers of blockades and a battlefield where enemy and friend are intertwined, and safely escaping to the outside of the city is almost an hellish level of difficulty.

But for Tang Zhen, all of this was actually very simple.

His divine sense was like the most advanced battlefield radar and supercomputer, constantly scanning, analyzing, and planning the best route.

Any threatening target that enters the effective firing range and poses a direct danger to the team can be eliminated immediately.

In this way, what seemed like a perilous journey became a smooth road for him.

Not to mention, they possess divine sense to detect danger in advance, allowing them to choose the weakest points in the enemy's defenses and the least combat, thus effectively avoiding large-scale interception and harassment.

Although the route was winding and circuitous, with frequent stops and starts and an unpredictable pace, the result was unexpectedly safe.

Like walking on a hidden, safe passage through the fog of war, the surrounding sounds of gunfire, explosions, and roars seem to become mere background noise.

Although they live so close, they are rarely directly affected.

After a series of close calls, the team finally reached the outermost edge of the city.

The fighting here was particularly intense, as if it were the center of a vortex in the entire battlefield.

A tidal wave of monsters surged forth, emitting inhuman roars. They clashed with the enemy army, which was poorly equipped but exceptionally ferocious, as well as the swift and brutal mutant mercenaries, fighting fiercely and evenly in this scorched-earth area.

Bullets flew like locusts, and explosions lit up the faces of everyone in a fluctuating pattern.

The remaining defending troops in the outer city put up a desperate resistance, clinging to the last remaining fortifications.

Heavy artillery from the inner city roared intermittently, shells piercing the night sky and landing among the enemy ranks in the distance, kicking up clouds of dust and severed limbs.

Occasionally, unmanned attack aircraft from the inner city would swoop down to drop bombs or straf the area with machine guns, constantly illuminating the dark night sky and briefly lighting up this bloody slaughterhouse.

On the surface, it appears that the mountain city settlement was using its superior firepower to launch a counterattack, successfully preventing the enemy's invasion and even gaining an advantage in some areas.

But this is not the case.

Those with keen eyes could see that the outer city's defensive positions were being constantly compressed, and one firing point after another was being extinguished.

The support from the inner city continued, but it was not all-out; rather, there was a clear reservation.

Given this situation, the outer city defenses are unlikely to hold out for long; collapse is only a matter of time.

Such an intense and desperate battle scene made everyone in the team even more terrified, their hearts almost leaping out of their chests.

They lay prone behind the ruins, looking at the death zone ahead, their hopes growing stronger to escape the quagmire of war as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if you get caught up in it, you'll probably be torn to pieces and die a horrible death.

At this moment, someone in the team couldn't help but worry, whispering in a trembling voice, "With the fighting going like this up front, can we...can we really get through?"

"Yeah, that's practically walking into the line of fire..."

However, their concerns were soon proven to be unnecessary.

Led by Tang Zhen, the team did not choose to force their way through, but instead went to the front lines where the fighting was most intense.

He led his team, closely following the ruins on the city's edge, areas that were almost completely destroyed and no longer noticed, slowly making their way through under the cover of the terrain and the night.

They could always find that safe path, hidden from the gunfire and the line of sight, where there weren't many enemies and no one noticed them.

Crawling across areas littered with rubble and sharp metal, or sprinting across open ground occasionally struck by stray bullets.

They would sometimes lie in wait for a long time, waiting for a small group of enemies to be drawn away by the defenders' fire, or waiting for a gap in the artillery barrage.

During their journey, they gathered together several scattered groups of soldiers who had been scattered and were hiding in the ruins, waiting to die in despair. They even managed to rescue a few seriously wounded soldiers from the outer city who had been abandoned by their comrades in a bunker.

These wounded and straggling soldiers were initially astonished to see them moving out of the city, but driven by their will to survive, they struggled to join the ranks.

When the deafening sounds of battle faded into the distance and gradually became indistinct, and they felt the silence of the wilderness and the howling of the night wind, they were astonished to realize that they had miraculously crossed that death zone and escaped the hellish mountain city battlefield!
A surge of overwhelming joy at surviving a disaster welled up inside them. Some couldn't help but want to cheer, but were immediately covered up by those around them, and could only convey their excitement and disbelief through their eyes.

They knew that this was far from the time to relax; the right thing to do was to speed up their escape from the area and completely shake off any potential pursuers.

Under the cover of the deep night, the team headed toward a nearby abandoned city that had long been derelict and was now just a broken skeleton.

Although it is equally dangerous and full of unknown monsters, at least there is no such dense artillery fire and organized enemy forces as we are now, so it can serve as a temporary refuge and a place to catch our breath.

However, just when everyone thought they were temporarily safe and relaxed their guard, three figures appeared like ghosts at the edge of a wasteland covered with withered yellow weeds.

They wore strange clothing unlike those of the mountain city's defenders and ordinary invaders, and exuded a chilling aura that made people extremely uncomfortable.

One of the figures, with a hideous scar on his face that looked particularly terrifying in the moonlight, let out a sinister, grotesque laugh that shattered the silence of the wilderness.

"Hahaha, I never expected this! There's actually a group of fish that slipped through the net and are trying to escape from the city in the chaos."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like sandpaper rubbing against the ground, and his gaze swept over Tang Zhen and his group like a venomous snake, carrying undisguised cruelty and mockery.

Although there were only three people blocking their way, their gazes towards Tang Zhen and his companions were filled with condescending contempt, as if they were looking at a group of ants that could be crushed at will. "To be able to escape from a place like that, you certainly have some skill, but..."

Another tall, thin figure coldly interjected, his tone devoid of any emotion, as if stating a given fact, "...If you encounter us, you still have to die!"

The third figure remained silent throughout, but his feet mysteriously and slowly floated off the ground, while his hands stretched out to the sides.

As he uttered obscure syllables, the surrounding air seemed to distort and heat up. One after another, fist-sized fireballs, radiating high temperatures and dazzling red light, rapidly condensed and spun in the air above his palm, as if drawn by an invisible hand, emitting a "whooshing" burning sound!
"It's an extraordinary cultivator!" someone in the group exclaimed in shock, their voice filled with uncontrollable fear and despair.

The power of extraordinary cultivators has long been deeply imprinted in the hearts of every ordinary person in this world through countless legends and bloody facts.

They possess extraordinary power, able to control fire, ice, and lightning; their bodies are incredibly strong, and their speed is astonishing, making them virtually invincible.

Ordinary people are powerless against them.

Now, three extraordinary cultivators, clearly from the opposing camp, blocked their path like the Grim Reapers. The flames of hope that had just escaped the flames of war were almost completely extinguished by this cold reality.

Despair, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed everyone's heart.

Just as despair began to rise, a sharp gunshot rang out, abruptly piercing the night sky over the wilderness.

"boom!"

The sound wasn't particularly loud, but in the deathly silence of the wilderness and amidst everyone's tense nerves, it was like a thunderclap.

Before anyone could react to what had happened, the extraordinary cultivator who was floating in mid-air and manipulating the fireball was struck.

His body trembled violently, and like a watermelon being smashed by an invisible giant hammer, it suddenly exploded!
Blood, flesh, bone fragments, and entrails splattered everywhere, splashing onto his two closest accomplices and turning their faces, which had previously displayed cruel or indifferent expressions, into a bloody mess.

The condensed, blazing fireballs, once freed from the control of mental energy, immediately became violent and unstable.

Like headless flies, they flew around the two of them, collided, and exploded!
The scorching flames and shockwaves instantly engulfed the two of them.

"what--!"

"Bastard!"

A roar and a shrill scream rang out at the same time. The remaining two cultivators were clearly caught off guard, and flames instantly burst into their bodies, making them look extremely disheveled.

In the blink of an eye, almost simultaneously, two more precise and deadly gunshots rang out in the ears of the astonished crowd.

"Bang! Bang!"

The tall, thin, extraordinary cultivator who had just announced that everyone "still had to die" vanished from the waist up.

It was smashed into a cloud of exploding blood mist, and the remaining half of its body swayed before collapsing to the ground.

The monk with the scar on his face, who was the first to let out a strange laugh, reacted a beat faster.

The moment his companion exploded, he realized he had encountered a terrifying opponent and tried to escape to the side and rear in a panic.

Using some kind of secret technique, he moved so fast in the night that he left a trail of afterimages.

Even so, he was still no match for the deadly bullet.

The bullet caught up with him from behind and struck his upper torso precisely, as if he had been hit by a high-speed train.

His upper body shattered and disappeared instantly, leaving only his two legs to take two steps forward by inertia before collapsing helplessly to the ground.

The tattered clothes and flesh were consumed by the flames, sizzling and emitting a burnt smell.

From the moment the three extraordinary cultivators appeared until they became mutilated and hideous corpses, the entire process was so fast that it made one's mind go blank, as if it were just a blink of an eye.

The wilderness fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the faint crackling of flames burning corpses and the muffled booming of cannons echoing from the distant mountain town.

When the crowd came to their senses, they almost forgot to breathe.

Everyone turned their utterly shocked gazes toward the man at the front of the group, who was still in a firing stance, with a wisp of smoke seemingly swirling around the muzzle of his gun.

In everyone's eyes, he was no longer just a leader with godlike marksmanship, but a deity descended to earth.

That kind of power was beyond their comprehension.

Tang Zhen slowly lowered the gun, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He turned around, his face still showing the same calm expression, as if he had just killed not three terrifying extraordinary cultivators, but simply swatted three buzzing flies.

"keep going."

He uttered four words calmly, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable power that instantly dispelled the last trace of fear and confusion in everyone's hearts.

Everyone felt a shiver run through them, followed by an indescribable surge of joy and a sense of security.

The initial anxiety and uncertainty about the future caused by the appearance of the extraordinary cultivator were completely swept away and replaced by a firm belief—as long as they followed this man, they would definitely be able to survive!

Without any hesitation, the crowd strode forward, closely following Tang Zhen's tall and reliable figure.

Under the cover of the deep night, I walked briskly toward the abandoned city that lay sprawled on the horizon like the skeleton of a colossal beast.

Though our steps were weary, they were filled with hope.

Before we knew it, a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, signaling the approach of daybreak.

The outline of that abandoned city became clearer as the night faded, and although it was dilapidated and lifeless, it gave people a strange sense of peace.

At this moment, someone in the group couldn't help but stop and look back at the way they had come.

But what they saw was that the mountain town where they had once lived was now engulfed in flames and billowing smoke, turning half the sky into an ominous dark red.

The battle seemed to intensify, with flashes of light from explosions as if the enemy were being battered by a violent storm.

The city where they had lived for so long, a city filled with suffering and resentment, was slowly sinking under the ravages of blood and fire.

No one spoke; they simply turned away silently and quickened their pace.

Follow the figure ahead to that abandoned city, now in ruins, which can still provide them with shelter from the wind and rain.