In just an instant, those white-clothed swordsmen who didn't have time to open their true qi protection bodies were torn apart by the explosion. This is not a tactical attack, and the orbital bombardment itself is a real battle destruction for the traditional army.

In the absence of complete protection, a group army deployed may be directly destroyed by an orbital bombardment, so an ordinary attack for the space fleet can achieve a campaign effect in the traditional sense.

It's a pity that because the distance is too far, the accuracy of orbital bombardment needs to be improved, after all, even if the accuracy of the muzzle is only a slight difference, the distance reflected on the surface of the planet thousands of miles away is as much as tens of kilometers.

But dozens of shells, equivalent to the cannonballs of a small staff of the gods, even if the accuracy is really not high, is enough to make the opponent fearful.

Because even one such shell is enough to make an army suffer heavy losses. In front of him, the army of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect collapsed in an instant because of such a direct hit cannonball.

The hundreds of white-clothed swordsmen at the center of the explosion could no longer find their complete bodies in an instant, and even some fragments were gone. Under an explosion of this level, the only thing that can survive in the end is the debris mixed with the dirt.

At the same time, those white-clothed swordsmen who were far away from the center of the explosion no longer had the graceful demeanor that had just walked out of the portal at this time, and they got up from the ground in embarrassment, and finally managed to distinguish the south, south, and north.

The terrible shaking of the earth just now, the terrible and tragic explosion just now, it was as if the nature of this world was working against them, as if it was the anger contained in heaven and earth.

"Dream Creek! Little sister Mengxi! Where are you? Finally struggling to get out of the floating earth more than a foot thick, a young swordsman squinted his eyes, looking for his sweetheart in the haze formed by the dust that had not yet completely settled.

No one responded to him, and he suddenly tripped over an arm that was exposed to the floating dirt, and after staggering to stabilize his figure, he turned around and tugged at the arm desperately.

The owner of that arm was pulled out of the floating dirt, and half of his body was exposed. It was an embarrassed middle-aged swordsman, he closed his eyes and didn't speak, and it seemed that his whole body had passed out.

The young swordsman continued to pull hard, and suddenly found that this middle-aged man from the same sect was only left with the half of his body exposed.

"Ahh The young swordsman looked at this terrible sight and sat down in fright, sitting directly on the other corpse.

He felt the softness of his body, which was completely different from the soft floating earth. So he hurriedly turned around, and just as he was about to say sorry, he saw a face that had been cut in half by the rubble.

"Ahh Yes! He was frightened by the miserable half of his face, and continued to scream and crawl to the other side.

Because he was too nervous and too scared, he didn't feel that the air at this moment was enough to make his breathing difficult, and the turbid dust mixed with the smell of all kinds of flesh and blood rushed directly into the trachea, which was enough to cause great damage to people's lungs.

"Click...... Cough! Ahem! Eventually, the uncomfortable lungs began to protest against the reflex nerve, and the young man began to cough violently. This cough, mixed with the saliva of blood and the sand in his mouth, squirted out at once and sprinkled on the placket of his white coat, which was no longer clean.

With such a violent explosion, the people around him were killed and injured, how could he be unscathed. The terrible shaking had already damaged his internal organs and had destroyed his foundations.

The buzzing sound still echoed in his ears, and the young swordsman still staggered forward in the deep floating earth. Step by step, he walked with difficulty, stepping on the broken corpses and the stones that had turned into powder.

"Is there anyone?" Even though he couldn't hear any answer, the sound of endless "buzzing" still came to his ears, but the young man was still vomiting blood and screaming loudly.

It seems that only this kind of shouting can make him find a sense of security in this dim environment where the landslide and the ground cracks and he can't see his fingers.

Just when he couldn't hold on and fell down, a pair of big hands, although slightly shriveled, but very powerful, took him into his arms.

The white-haired old man held the seriously injured disciple, and his face had long since lost the previous look of disdain and contempt. He squinted, trying to see through the fog and see the new world in front of him.

He found that he could no longer understand the world, because in the past years, countless days and nights, he had never encountered such a strange situation in front of him.

"It's okay! It's okay! Everything was fine! Your brothers and sisters, you're all right...... It's okay......" The old man lowered his head and comforted the child softly until his breath had not settled down, and there was an inexplicable trace of anger in his heart.

The white-haired old man shouted, and a wave of energy was emitted from all over his body, blowing all the dust that was still falling around him into the distance.

As this breath swept away the dust that fell from the sky and flew away, finally some white-clothed swordsmen who were lucky enough not to die struggled to get up from the sea of corpses and blood.

Even with such a terrifying attack, there are still white-clothed swordsmen who can survive by luck. They opened their defensive aura in time, and finally protected themselves.

However, around them, many of their fellow disciples who did not have time to prepare could no longer be resurrected.

"Someone! Come on! Someone was wounded! A female swordsman managed to pull out a wounded man with a broken arm from the rubble and floating earth, and shouted loudly for the people around her to come and help.

It's a pity that no one has the time to help the wounded here, because there are wounded people everywhere, and there are poor people in need of help everywhere.

Some of them had broken arms, some had lost a leg, some had been hit through the abdomen by something, or they had just a scar on their arm.

A grizzled female swordsman had just crawled out of the floating soil, and a male swordsman stepped forward with concern, took off a gourd from his waist, and poured out clear water: "Senior sister! Wash it, wash your face, and see if it's hurt. ”

It was still far from the blast, so they weren't too affected, so the people around were busy checking on their own condition and washing the dust on their clothes and bodies.

The female swordsman glanced at the male swordsman gratefully, held the water in both hands, and carefully washed the dirt on her face.

Then, she raised her head and showed her most gentle and charming smile: "Thank you, senior brother......"

"Where did you come from...... Seeing the face of the woman who raised her head with makeup removed, the male swordsman subconsciously took a step back, was shocked, and then couldn't help rolling in his abdomen, and suddenly bent over and opened his mouth: "Vomit ......"