Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Wild

The explosion of a high-yield nuclear bomb is far more powerful than a miniature nuclear bomb. A spectacular mushroom cloud blooms in the night, its light illuminating hundreds of miles around, like a sun.

It’s just too warm, melting everything within dozens of miles, the ground turning into colorful glass, as a powerful shockwave sweeps away, obliterating hundreds of thousands of people in an instant.

The world loses its color, and no sound can be heard. By the time the extreme silence ends, a massive crater appears on the surface.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers are gone. These warriors are the cornerstone of the entire dynasty, the foundation of its rule, and the vanguard in the fight against the alien race, yet they dissolve in the light and heat.

The sole ruler of the Eight-armed Celestial King Race, the current Emperor, watches as his six-armed ministers, the backbone of the Celestial Race, perish in the massive explosion.

Only the few hundred six-armed and four-armed cultivators who were far enough not to be in the core area survived; the rest perished, with high-level combat power reduced by more than half.

This single miniature nuclear bomb buried his seven to eight hundred thousand troops, along with more than half of the senior and mid-level generals. Such a loss cuts his heart like a knife.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” The Celestial Race Emperor is furious, and no sea of water could extinguish his rage.

Unfortunately, the culprit perished along with his soldiers; otherwise, he would have torn him to pieces!

He witnessed Wang Xuan embracing the exploding nuclear bomb, so the outcome for the other party is easy to imagine.

However, exchanging one life for so many warriors is a great loss for the Celestial Race, an unimaginable blood loss.

“You three stay here. Do not let the alien race enter. I will go save people and then return to the Imperial City to recruit troops!”

The Celestial Race Emperor instructed three Eight-armed subordinates. Wang Xuan’s nuclear bomb instantly disrupted his original plan.

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“I don’t know if I deceived them. The golden cicada shedding its shell trick should have worked.”

With the boost of the aircraft, Wang Xuan flew high and westward, preparing to rendezvous with the Mountain Gate disciples.

As the original, he naturally did not take the risk. The one who embraced the nuclear bomb to perish with hundreds of thousands of alien warriors was a Yellow Turban Warrior he summoned.

The strong ones of the alien race focus on physique, but they lag in energy control. It’s not easy for them to see through the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman crafted by Universal Relief Bodhisattva.

Heading west, Wang Xuan clearly saw one fiery sea after another burning, raging through the forests, all arranged by the Firebirds he set up earlier, scheduled to erupt at two a.m.

“Numerous such fires might not hold much significance for the Eight-armed Celestial Race; firefighting is difficult, and there’s no need to fight to save them.

However, for the Otherworld’s source, this is a major ecological disaster, severely disrupting balance.”

The aircraft moved fast, covering over a thousand kilometers in a few hours, occasionally witnessing burning primeval forests, the blaze lighting up skies.

Under the guidance of the moonlight, Wang Xuan saw several burst dam lakes, their downstream embankments breached, torrents flooding plains, submerging vast lands.

Lake water from the dam poured out through the breach, the torrents wreaking havoc on the unimpeded plains.

At this moment, it is autumn, river waters aren’t high. After leaving the breach for several miles, the torrent weakened, merely flooding fields.

But that’s enough. Autumn is harvest season, and many crops were maturing. The floods washed away countless fertile lands without yields.

Fires on the mountains and breached dams, the Otherworld is bearing unimaginable calamities, not natural but man-made disasters.

Wang Xuan observed everything and finally reached where he parted ways with the Mountain Gate disciples. Heading west, he saw more mountain fires and raging floods.

City after city burned fiercely, miniature nuclear bombs leveling everything, clearly arranged in these cities by Mountain Gate disciples.

Over a hundred forest fires and dozens of cities, all suffering disaster simultaneously, and the perpetrators have vanished.

“Next, the Celestial Race will surely be furious, using massive manpower to hunt us down. But as long as we hide well, with the threat of miniature nuclear bombs, our lives will still be somewhat protected.”

Wang Xuan headed to the agreed area and eventually saw the Mountain Gate disciples.

Some were joyful, some dejected, some sad, others in pain. Clearly, this night was different for each of them.

“How did it go?” Wang Xuan asked.

Liu Weiyang said, “Most people successfully caused destruction, whether from mountain fires, floods from breaches, or city destruction. Quite a harvest.

Some did not gain anything because they were careless and discovered by the alien race.”

Wang Xuan glanced around and noticed three missing: “Where are the other three?”

“Dead. They encountered four-armed and six-armed alien cultivators, were attacked up close, one sacrificed to cover others’ retreat but couldn’t escape.” Long Jiyuan spoke.

Just one night, and they lost three. Such a cost might be small compared to the gains, but each person is a comrade. Their sudden death cast a shadow over the team.

With night ending and a new day dawning, for Wang Xuan and the others, it was the second day of survival in the Otherworld.

“The west is mountainous, the snow mountains are the least populated. But to act again, we can’t stay hiding.

Across the snow mountains, through a sea, we’ll reach another continent. When the Celestial Race’s vigilance relaxes, we’ll act again.”

Wang Xuan’s suggestion was met without objection. They needed to wait for the Celestial Race’s reaction, for it to gradually weaken in the border war, until they could no longer allocate forces to manage them.

A vast underground cavern awaited, and they flew their aircraft into it, leaving no trace, hiding several hundred meters deep underground.

The conditions were harsh, but they had no right to be picky.

Wang Xuan used an accelerator to boost his strength to the world’s limit, feeling the world’s pressure.

He seemed to sense a karmic force shrouding him, countless vengeful souls screaming, disturbing his spirit.

Similarly, some Mountain Gate disciples felt this way, as the resentment of those deceased souls entangled them.

In addition, there was a feeling of being universally despised, as if not accepted by heaven and earth, making staying in this space uncomfortable.

“This Otherworld source’s hostility toward us; we’ll face many difficulties soon, with natural disasters approaching,” Jing Yishui said.

Some senior brother’s strategy mentioned that the Otherworld’s innate hostility grows with destruction.

Conversely, the Mother Star would favor them, boosting their fortune upon returning to Earth.

Wang Xuan estimated that the Otherworld’s rejection toward him was strongest, several times or ten times that of other disciples.

It seems that the high-yield nuclear bomb, mountain fires, breached dams, and destroyed cities caused significant impact on the Otherworld.

The anticipated disaster didn’t take long to hit. Just three hours after sunrise, the ground shook and trembled.

An earthquake struck, collapsing their underground cavern hideout, burying them under billions of tons of earth and stone.

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