My equipment is designed for cultivation; I started by slaughtering my way through a small world.

Chapter 217 Turning Back

The shepherd's voice echoed across the sky and the ground of the port city.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Spirit Shepherd, dressed in a priest's robe and holding the Holy Covenant, led several divine cultivators. The group walked out of a temple, stepping on golden light, and ascended into the clouds.

The leading shepherd held the heavy Holy Covenant Codex in his hands. The pages were blank, with only flowing golden contract patterns. His voice was not loud, but it carried throughout the entire port city.

The divine words and incantations were cast.

Within the Harbour City area, countless golden faiths transformed into a halo, spreading outwards from the city center in all directions, assimilating the heavens and earth wherever it passed.

A golden light swept over a mercenary from the Immortal Kingdom, and the flying sword under his feet instantly became dull and lifeless, the immortal spiritual patterns on the sword blade spreading out like ink stains soaked in water.

He didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight down from the sky.

The higher the divine incantation is from the ground, the more terrifying its effects become.

This Foundation Establishment stage mercenary descended from the sky, barely managing to steady himself when he was ten feet above the ground.

The next moment.

Countless low-level cultivators emerged in the harbor city.

These people in the heavens are no match for the mercenaries of the celestial kingdom.

However, the moment the Immortal Kingdom mercenary fell to the ground, these people received divine blessings. They unleashed divine talismans that instantly engulfed the Immortal Kingdom mercenary, leaving not even a trace of his bones behind.

Then came the second, the tenth, the hundredth —

The Spirit Shepherd and several divine cultivators soared upwards.

As these individuals rose rapidly through the ranks, a constant rain of mercenaries fell around them.

In the sky, the mercenaries of the Immortal Kingdom showed a clear differentiation based on their strength the moment the divine incantation took effect.

An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator would instantly fall from the sky, forced to land, and barely be able to glide at low altitude.

Elite mercenaries who have comprehended profound powers exceeding the Foundation Establishment realm and possess Golden Core-level combat strength can still fly in the sky, but their spiritual energy consumption increases several times over, and their flight speed decreases sharply.

Only Gu Qing and Jin Ao—elite mercenaries with Golden Core level combat power—remained fighting in the sky.

The divine golden light continued to spread, sweeping across the sky. Several Qingyun-class warships, hidden higher up, had their spiritual patterns flashing wildly on their surfaces, attempting to resist the anti-air force.

However, the power of the divine way, which gathers the power of all living beings, has a suppressive force far exceeding expectations.

In the warship channel, several centurions from the Xianmu Group said with drastic changes in expression, "Old Guan, the situation is bad."

"Those native monks seem to be pawns deliberately sent to us by the Holy Covenant Court to lure us into their trap."

"The Azure Cloud warship is struggling to hold on. The divine incantations and forbidden spells are corrupting this world. The divine arts, which are the result of the collective faith of all living beings, are seriously polluting it."

"What should we do?"

Guan Lin and the others piloted the Qingyun warship, watching the energy reserves displayed on the instruments rapidly decreasing. Guan Lin gritted his teeth and said...

"Control the warship to take off and head towards higher and farther places."

"The influence of divine words and forbidden spells cannot be expanded indefinitely. With the faith power of hundreds of millions of people in Harbor City, it can at most maintain the airspace within a fifty-mile radius around the city."

"Uh, shall we retreat?"

What to do with those greenhorn recruits?

"What should we do about Lao Jin?"

"Old Jin is piloting that Qingyun warship, which is currently in intelligent management mode. It won't retreat automatically."

The Azure Cloud warship's intelligent management mode can only handle simple problems. Currently, it's essentially a fixed, floating turret that will attack any alien cultivators who approach it, but that's about it.

"There's nothing I can do!"

"Old Jin can only hope for the best."

"He can't just eat meat with his mouth full of grease and then not have to pay the price now."

It's impossible to send Guan Lin to risk his life to save Jin Ao.

After discussing the matter, the four Qingyun-class warships, braving the anti-air spell, retreated to higher and farther directions.

at the same time.

Jin Ao, who had just been wreaking havoc in the sky, noticed the actions of the other four centurions. His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, these treacherous bastards!"

"You abandoned those greenhorn recruits, and now you've even betrayed me? Are you even human?"

Not only was Jin Ao's face grim.

On the battlefield, Gu Qing and the other mercenaries with Golden Core combat power all changed color in unison.

Clearly, everyone has become a pawn.

Right now, the warship Jin Ao left in the sky has become everyone's lifeline. The remaining mercenaries who can still fight in the sky are all rushing towards the Qingyun-class warship.

"You heretics!"

"He should be executed."

Stepping on the golden river of faith, the Shepherd Spirit was bathed in divine light, his eyes turning golden. As soon as he finished speaking, the golden divine power instantly transformed into divine spears, annihilating all the mercenaries flying towards the Azure Cloud Warship.

Jin Ao was the first to be hit, locked onto by the divine spear that had solidified into a physical form.

"The golden roar echoes like a thousand waves."

Faced with the attack from the Spirit Shepherd, Jin Ao dared not be careless.

He instantly unleashed his strongest technique, and the hundred-meter-tall phantom lion around him solidified.

The three Daoist arts of metal, sound, and soul converge into an ultimate strike.

Before Jin Ao, golden sound waves overlapped in countless layers, like a binding wave of light. Wherever it passed, space trembled, and it shot fiercely towards the divine spear that had locked onto him.

Zizizi! !

The golden light struck the divine spear, emitting a high-frequency vibration and a piercing, sharp sound, like high-speed cutting of metal, which drove people to a frenzy.

In the blink of an eye.

Jin Ao's golden light sound wave was pierced by the divine spear, but the spear's momentum did not diminish, and it pierced the chest of the hundred-meter-long golden lion that Jin Ao had condensed.

Rumble—

The golden lion was annihilated by the divine spear.

Jin Ao himself coughed up blood in mid-air, his limbs went out of control, and he spun around before slowing down and falling from mid-air.

Holy crap.

"So brutal?"

Gu Qing had previously gone to hunt down Foundation Establishment cultivators among the native cultivators, and was quite far from the Azure Cloud warship they were on. Therefore, when they first gathered towards the warship, he was almost the furthest away.

At this moment, seeing Jin Ao defeated by the divine spear in one move, Gu Qing's heart skipped a beat.

Judging from the attack power of that divine spear, it already has the strength of the Purple Mansion level.

Bang bang bang.

The elite mercenaries closest to the Azure Cloud warship were all struck by the divine spears and fell into the clouds.

Damn it.

The idea of ​​boarding the Qingyun warship has become a pipe dream.

I want to live.

We must find another way out.

Gu Qing was hanging at the back of the group. His eyes darted around, and he suddenly veered towards the ground.

Many clever mercenaries reacted instantly and followed Gu Qing toward the ground, trying to carve a bloody path through it.

When Gu Qing and the others charged to the ground, they were greeted by wave after wave of local cultivators empowered by divine magic.

Gu Qing's natal flying sword instantly unleashed a streak of green light, clearing out a large number of low-level cultivators.

For Gu Qing, going to the ground would actually be more advantageous.

The profound power he currently possesses is undoubtedly the strongest of the wood-attribute profound powers, allowing him to utilize mediums such as grass and trees in ground combat.

However, the current situation is still far from optimistic.

The battle situation is rapidly deteriorating. The local cultivators, empowered by divine magic, are like a swarm of bees, fearlessly attacking the mercenaries.

The fighting inside intensified, and buildings were razed to the ground.

Inside the harbor city, a child huddled in a corner of the ruins, clutching a miniature idol, praying devoutly. An elderly person knelt on the ground, hunched over, muttering incantations.

Strands of silk, invisible to ordinary people, drifted out from the broken windows, seeped from the cracks in the cellar, and overflowed from every pair of hands that tightly gripped the idol.

The faith of the native creatures is becoming increasingly firm.

A smile appeared on the face of the Shepherd in the sky.

That sacred covenant was gleaming with golden light.

"Projection of the Divine Kingdom - Descends!!"

The words fell.

All the native creatures felt a slight tingling sensation in their skulls.

The pain was very mild, almost negligible.

however.

In Gu Qing's perception through his mental power, almost every one of these native creatures had something resembling an anchor stuck in their heads.

The next moment, the sky above Harbor City cracked open—