Smoke and dust billowed beneath the city gate, making it impossible to see the ground from above.

He Lingchuan continued to move, waving his hand to the others. “Come on, load them up for a second volley!”

With sharp eyes, he had noticed that most of the fire bolts from the first round had been deflected by Nian Songyu. After going berserk, the man really could fight. In He Lingchuan’s opinion, if you’re going to send a Buddha on its way, best send them all the way to the Western Paradise[1].

Anyway, since the first round was already out, they had already completely broken off any favorable relations with State Preceptor Sun. Firing a second or third volley was just a matter of stripping off the last layer of decency. No one objected, and everyone kept their heads down, working quickly to reload.

The second volley was launched smoothly as well.

It was only then that He Lingchuan realized that while the spiked shells made...