"Alas, with the first success, the enemy will be on guard, and our surprise attacks will be less effective."
Wan Lei looked at the fleeing demons around him and sighed helplessly.
"That's right. The opposing demon marshals can escape into the crowd, using our soldiers to block the blast radius of the vacuum detonators. Even with fire pillars to clear a path, the enemy can still escape easily," analyzed Bu Zhihuo Qingwu.
Fang Xiaoyu looked at the vacuum detonator in her hand, her eyes shining brighter.
"I think we don't need to use fire pillars to blast a path. I can use the power of wind to control the trajectory of this detonator. It will be easy to weave through gaps in the crowd. This way, even if we fire it with our backs to the enemy, we can still hit them. Moreover, with the enhancement of wind power, the speed will be faster, making it even harder for the enemy to defend against."
"That's a good idea. If operated properly, we can eliminate more than half of the demon marshals attacking this time." Wan Lei's eyes also lit up, but he wasn't arrogant enough to believe he could annihilate all the demons in this battle. Yes, his Demonic Blood Sky-Slaying Formation was indeed powerful; the more enemies died, the stronger the formation became. His vacuum detonators were also potent, capable of killing demon marshals with a single hit. However, they were demons, a powerful race that had been at war with the Prime Plane for fifty thousand years, still held the upper hand, and could continuously invade the Prime Plane's universe. They had experienced too many wars and were well aware of the Prime Plane's tactics. Even if they could catch the enemy off guard at first, they would likely devise countermeasures soon. Furthermore, their reserves were substantial; without certain capabilities, how could they maintain an advantage in their battles with the Prime Plane?
"Xiaoyu Zi, you're amazing! You've even come up with the concept of laser-guided missiles. Impressive, impressive." At this moment, Gouzi also jumped out, looking at Fang Xiaoyu in surprise.
"What are laser-guided missiles?"
"Uh... it's a form of technology from the Immortal Realm. Not every attack can foolishly charge straight ahead. Enemies aren't stupid; they won't stand still waiting for you to hit them. Therefore, weapons that can track enemies have been developed. Actually, I've always said that don't just look at the name 'Immortal Realm' and think it's purely ethereal and a world of cultivation. In the Prime Plane, too many universes have developed technological power, so there's no reason why the strongest, the Immortal Realm, wouldn't. The Immortal Realm is a great universe that incorporates the advantages of all planes. Any characteristic you see in any plane, the Immortal Realm will possess it even more strongly. Take this vacuum detonator for example. I heard from the immortals that some of them came from a small universe without spiritual energy. There, they had already developed weapons based on nuclear fusion and fission, and the vacuum detonator is the ultimate application of nuclear fusion. Its attack range isn't vast, but it can concentrate its power. When Dao rhymes are added, it can deal with cultivators of different levels."
"After all that talk, I didn't understand anything. Just say it's very powerful." Wan Lei gave the order.
"The three of you, go find other demon marshals to practice with. Be careful. If you are surrounded by demon marshals, retreat immediately. The number of enemies killed is secondary; preserving yourselves is paramount. In my eyes, I would rather have ten fewer demon marshals killed than lose even one of you." Wan Lei's words warmed the hearts of Huofeng and the other two. They nodded and dispersed, going to find weaker demon marshals to spar with.
Meanwhile, Wan Lei surveyed the entire battlefield, looking for suitable targets. "To the southeast, there's a demon marshal leading his men to charge our lines. He's the one."
Fang Xiaoyu nodded, loaded the vacuum detonator into her hand, and then pulled the trigger towards the southeast. The vacuum detonator shot out like an arrow from a bowstring. Fang Xiaoyu scanned the path with her divine sense, using the power of wind to control the vacuum detonator, weaving through the crowd. The originally hard detonator was now like a flexible snake, passing through the gaps between people, through the enemies' raised arms, and under their armpits. It encountered no enemies or attacks along the way and quickly reached the demon marshal.
The demon marshal was currently fighting several peak Mahayana stage experts from the Thunder Emperor Hall, with his back to the detonator, unaware of the impending danger. Fang Xiaoyu saw that the demon marshal was too close to her own people, so she didn't dare to let the detonator detonate directly on the marshal. Instead, about ten feet away, she detonated it against a demon general.
Boom!!!
The detonator exploded, its powerful suction drawing in the surrounding enemies. The elder of the Thunder Emperor Hall, who was struggling against the demon marshal, had just struck with his saber, only to hit empty air. The demon marshal in front of him retreated with a terrified cry. Then, he saw the demon marshal and dozens of demons being pulled together, followed by a deafening explosion. The demon marshal was blown away, his entire back blown to pieces, while the other demons were directly blown into fragments.
At the same time, a five-colored lightning bolt descended from the sky, directly killing the severely wounded demon marshal, who had no time to mount any defense.
"The demon marshal is dead! The demon marshal is dead!" The Mahayana stage elder shouted excitedly, holding his saber, he cut off the demon marshal's head, raised it high, and shouted excitedly to Wan Lei, who was descending from the sky, "Congratulations, Hall Master, for another demon marshal slain!"
Wan Lei laughed and turned, fighting his way through the chaos again, arriving beside Fang Xiaoyu. Seeing that they had lost another demon marshal on their side, Qiong Ku cursed angrily.
"Are you all idiots? A bunch of pigs, just standing there to be slaughtered! Gather together and kill Wan Lei first! He's the most important. What's the use of you killing the grunts!"
Following Qiong Ku's order, fifteen of the remaining sixteen demon marshals immediately assembled. Only one demon marshal was still locked in a fierce battle with the Sect Master Ji of the Yin Yang Sect. Strangely, he, a dignified demon marshal, was fighting on par with Sect Master Ji, a peak Mahayana stage cultivator. Although the momentum was terrifying, Sect Master Ji miraculously suffered no injuries. The demon marshal appeared to be fighting seriously, but his eyes were full of helplessness and lassitude, and his attacks were casual.
Wan Lei also noticed this peculiar demon marshal. His divine sense scanned him, realizing that the opponent's cultivation was at least at the upper echelons of a demon marshal, with a pressure comparable to Qiong Ku and Qiong Shen. Yet, such a powerful individual should not be unable to defeat Sect Master Ji. However, Wan Lei had no time to observe this demon marshal further. The fifteen demon marshals from the enemy side were approaching with great momentum.
Seeing this scene, Wan Lei was exhilarated. "They've gathered! Quick, quick, give them a blast! Hahaha, I love this kind of formation. The more people gather, the more casualties we inflict."