"World War II artillery?!"
"Does it look a bit like that?"
Jin Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, somewhat disbelieving.
"It's World War II artillery! My God!"
"Such ancient things stopped the heavy artillery barrage of the Xianmen Sect? Damn, that scared the hell out of me."
Jin Chengkong, Xue Xi, and other Golden Pill Monks cursed loudly.
They heaved a sigh of relief, their tension easing.
Although they had been scolding their subordinates just now, in fact, it was their Golden Pill cultivator avatars who were most alarmed, understanding the terrible consequences of the technological advancements in Xuanwu tiangong's formation methods.
The history of the mother planet falling, with cultivators suffering ninety-nine percent casualties, could very well repeat itself.
"Such outdated mortal weapons."
"How did they do it?"
