Wu Pifu carried the two individuals and directly pierced through the sea of flames.
Once they landed, he set them down and once again held onto a dozen metallic beads in his hand.
As the three of them suddenly threw out N5 bombs, it took less than a minute for the Ghost Tower to collapse.
The cultivators surrounding the Ghost Tower were still in a daze, completely unaware of what had just transpired.
Although dozens of cultivators had been directly evaporated, they did not flee; instead, they stood in place, continuing to watch, resembling prairie gophers.
This was the foolishness of people from ancient society who had never experienced the strike of modern weaponry.
Hearing the explosions and seeing the flames, they still dared to stand there and watch the show?
After standing up, Wu Pifu began to scatter the bombs around.
Since they enjoyed watching so much, he might as well let them indulge completely.
In an instant, a wave of terrifying light and heat directly evaporated everything in the vicinity.
Wu Pifu was also filled with shock.
This N5 bomb was completely different from any grenades or explosives he knew of.
It did not rely on metal shrapnel to increase its power, nor did it destroy objects through explosive shockwaves.
This was a damn high-tech bomb, directly unleashing a twenty-square-meter plasma reaction.
This was why Wu Pifu previously mentioned that this bomb obliterated a full twenty square meters, rather than having a blast radius of twenty square meters, because it truly meant that twenty square meters had been completely erased!
In the wake of the energy's dissolution and evaporation, nearly all the structures in this underground cavern had been completely cleared.
However, to the astonishment of the three, there were still living beings present, and not just one or two.
Despite such a terrifying cleansing bombardment, dozens of cultivators had survived.
Not only were there survivors inside the Ghost Tower, but even among the cultivators outside who were setting up stalls.
Yet, the condition of these cultivators was clearly tragic.
They were in a state that was barely better than being reduced to ashes.
Some had turned into broken chunks of flesh, others had become mere human skins, and some were left with only a head and a section of spine.
There were even those who had turned into mere phantoms.
At first glance, the scene resembled a gathering of a hundred ghosts.
At this moment, Xu Shilan and Yamada also stood up simultaneously.
The three exchanged glances, then all grinned savagely, beginning to throw "Pure Yang Immortal Thunder" at the surviving cultivators.
There was no need to think; any cultivator who could survive the N5 bomb's cleansing was almost certainly a seasoned and powerful demon.
If they were allowed to escape, they would become a future threat.
These mutilated cultivators were mostly trying to flee into the sky, which naturally posed no challenge to the N5 bombs that could be thrown.
A bomb the size of a thumb was easily tossed into the air, directly obliterating the rock layers above, revealing the night sky outside.
Since the destruction was not caused by explosive shockwaves, the geological structure was not severely damaged.
However, the glow of the azure flames and plasma was incredibly conspicuous in the night, resembling a small sun appearing at the edge of this dark city.
After a round of bombardment, there were still a few cultivators who had not died.
Residual chunks fell to the ground, yet they still attempted to crawl away.
A small piece of human skin landed near the three, belonging to a cultivator named Huang Yaoyan.
She had only half a face left, and it was charred black, yet it still showed signs of life.
The charred, hollow mouth opened and closed, producing a chilling and chaotic sound.
“... Sister, it’s not that I’m cruel. To master the technique of this painted skin, I must use the skin of a twin with the same bloodline, wrapping my body in one of their skins, then infiltrating...”
“... Sister, it hurts so much. Sister, I’m in so much pain...”
“... Sister...”
Suddenly, the human skin began to tear apart inch by inch.
Xu Shilan and Yamada could not see the deeper layers, but Wu Pifu could.
He saw a woman without any skin, entwined with a piece of female human skin, both of them entangled and disappearing.
The three remained silent, instead starting to throw N5 bombs at the writhing remnants on the ground.
At that moment, a voice emerged from a mass of flesh: “Spare me! Immortal, spare me! I know where the master of the Ghost Tower is!”
Another broken piece of porcelain, with some shredded flesh wrapped around it, cried out: “I know too! Spare my life! I know!!”
The three exchanged glances, tacitly avoiding these two grotesque masses.
From the sound, it seemed to be the previous vase-handler Jiang Xianzhi and the corpse-raising man Yang Mu Yi.
Indeed, the ones who came out to greet them were all facade-level powerhouses.
The remaining fragments, flesh chunks, and various objects began to wail for mercy, but the three paid no heed, unleashing a barrage of bombs.
Whether they were demon path ancestors or evil old monsters, beneath the N5, all beings were equal, and they were all thoroughly reduced to ashes.
The flesh chunks and porcelain pieces were rapidly writhing and self-healing, but they only grew two heads, with nothing beneath them.
The two heads looked at each other, seeing unparalleled horror in each other's eyes.
Damn it, the treasures of the immortals are rare!
Damn it, the trump cards given by their elders are scarce!
Since the collapse of the Ghost Tower, the three had thrown out at least three hundred Pure Yang Immortal Thunders.
Could this still be called scarce? It was enough to take a bath with!
The two naturally did not understand the meaning of an arms dealer's arsenal, but at this moment, both of them had the same thought in their minds.
Could it be that the elders of these three were the legendary immortals of the Heavenly Court's Thunder Department?
Otherwise, how could they possess so many thunder beads?
If they had known earlier, that fool would never have provoked such second-generation immortals!
Were they here for training? No, they were here to play with these mortals!
The two cursed inwardly while maintaining a smile on their faces, looking at the three who had approached them with a flattering expression.
“Speak, where is the master of the Ghost Tower?” Wu Pifu asked first.
The two heads fell silent.
Jiang Xianzhi suddenly said, “Immortal, could you first...”
Wu Pifu did not even let him finish, directly reaching out and lifting his head.
His qi and blood erupted simultaneously.
Although his palm was also corroding, the head was burning as well, and in this exchange, the head burned much faster than the palm corroded.
“Spare me, spare...”
Wu Pifu then looked at the head of Yang Mu Yi on the ground.
Yang Mu Yi, with a terrified expression, cried out: “Spare my life! I am willing to be your servant, Immortal! I truly cannot say; the master has bound our souls. If I speak, I will die immediately! Spare me, spare me!!”
Xu Shilan and Yamada listened intently.
Yamada laughed heartily: “If you don’t speak, you’ll die on the spot. If you do speak, there’s still a chance to survive. So, are you willing to take the gamble?”
Yang Mu Yi could only shake his head with a pale face.
Wu Pifu scrutinized Yang Mu Yi, then glanced at the burning head in his hand.
He sneered, then reached into his neck and took out a fragment of Huanglian, squeezing it in his hand.
He then focused his attention on the two heads.
Wu Pifu had now roughly realized that the strength of his intuition was related to the degree of his concentration.
The more focused he was, and the more he wished to see the “truth,” the deeper his intuition would delve into the truth.
At this moment, he concentrated his attention, pressing the Huanglian fragment against his palm.
This was also a recent discovery regarding the Huanglian fragment's efficacy; the larger the area of contact with his flesh, the stronger the effect he could unleash.
As his intuition unfolded and the Huanglian fragment completely adhered to his palm, he saw a deeper layer of “truth.” There were two phantoms, the burning head in his hand and the head on the ground, both in human form.
The phantom of the burning head had already begun to dissipate, while the phantom of the head on the ground remained relatively intact.
This was the soul.
Wu Pifu speculated that as he focused on these two souls, he saw that they were indeed partially incomplete, and at the point of incompleteness, a line extended far away.
His eyes followed the line, which led directly to the remnants of the burning Ghost Tower beneath the ground.
Xu Shilan and Yamada also followed Wu Pifu's gaze to look underground.
At the same time, the charred head in Wu Pifu's hand and the head on the ground that was healing simultaneously let out a wail, both heads shattering at once.
In Wu Pifu's eyes, the two incomplete souls were directly destroyed by some force.
The three exchanged glances and simultaneously raised their N5 bombs.
At that moment, a deep voice echoed throughout the underground space.
“Junior, dare you!?”
“You are too presumptuous, destroying my building and annihilating my disciples. Now, do you intend to destroy this venue as well?”
As the voice emerged, the ground where the Ghost Tower had collapsed suddenly bulged, revealing a massive face made of rock.
This enormous face was seven to eight meters long, with its mouth, ears, nose, and eyes emitting a green phosphorescent glow.
As it rose from the ground, the three felt a chill run down their spines, a gust of cold wind blowing, bringing an icy sensation deep into their bones.
Except for Wu Pifu, Xu Shilan and Yamada found themselves stiff and unable to move.
The face spoke: “Junior, this one is...”
In response, hundreds of “Pure Yang Immortal Thunders” were thrown at it.
The face did not even have time to make further movements.
Seeing the hundreds of “Pure Yang Immortal Thunders” coming at it, it was so frightened that its soul almost left its body.
Its mouth gaped wide, and countless visible ghostly figures surged forth like a green torrent, rushing out to intercept the hundreds of “Pure Yang Immortal Thunders,” stopping them just two to three meters away from the face.
“Junior, if your elders were here, it would be one thing, but this one is...”
The face displayed a mocking and relieved smile, but in the next instant, all the “Pure Yang Immortal Thunders” exploded.
The azure flames transformed into plasma, then into spherical energy, obliterating all ghostly figures and remnants, annihilating everything they touched.
Over half of the enormous face was burned through.
Terrifying screams echoed throughout the underground, and the entire cavern trembled violently, as if some terrifying entity was surging from beneath the original Ghost Tower.
The three exchanged glances, remaining silent, and began to pull out handfuls of N5 bombs from their pockets, throwing them at the remnants of the face and the ground below.
Another hundred or so “Pure Yang Immortal Thunders” were unleashed, completely erasing the face, and the tremors of the cavern were forcefully suppressed.
The three did not stop, pulling out another handful of N5 bombs and continuing the bombardment.
All the terror stemmed from insufficient firepower; this was true in the third and fourth battles.
Otherwise, how could the entire solar system be destroyed?
If they could blow up planets, who the hell would still be playing with fine surgical precision among enemies?
After one round of bombardment, the three instinctively continued pulling out N5 bombs from their pockets, and once again, the eerie ghostly voice echoed: “This one... spare me! Immortal, spare me! I am old, no, I am a lowly person who did not mean to offend your immortal countenance. Spare me!!”
Originally eerie and ghostly, the tone of the voice became increasingly normal and desperate as it continued.
This desperate voice echoed through the upper rock layers and the cavern, resonating throughout half of Bianliang City.
(End of Chapter)