Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

By the time the demons and devils discovered Black Jack, he had already jumped to the top of the cannon.

Immediately, dozens of prison guards riding on griffins whistled and charged at Black Jack.

Black Jack turned into a bolt of lightning and lunged at one of the soldiers, kicking him off the griffin and making him fall to the corner of the cannon tower. His bones were broken, and his body was a mess.

Black Jack, on the other hand, clutched the neck of the griffin so hard that his giant hands pierced into the feathers and flesh of the griffin, causing excruciating pain to its spine.

The griffin had to obey Black Jack's command. It staggered and crashed into several other griffins.

The battle formation of the prison guards was immediately in chaos.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Black Jack stomped on the back of the griffin and lunged at the cannon.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

In midair, the Fiend Prisoners on the back of the griffin all threw out thorny whips.

Such a whip could both be used to beat a griffin, accelerate or change directions, and could also be extended and extended at will to wrap around the enemy's neck. When the embedded blades and thorns were raised, the enemy's head would be torn off.

Hiu! Hiu! Hiu!

The prison guards below also discovered Black Jack, the unexpected guest.

The arrows and the magical missiles swept at Black Jack like a storm and deadly fireworks.

At the critical moment, Black Jack took a deep breath. The space around him seemed to be twisted into a colorful kaleidoscope. He had dozens of clones inside the kaleidoscope, each of which dragged dozens of blurred shadows and dodged the thorny whips, arrows, and magical missiles.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of devils saw a blur in front of their eyes. They saw Black Jack diving down from the sky and standing steadily at the mouth of the cannon.

For a moment, an invisible aura spread out on the battlefield like a flood.

The Blood Demon Sector was a harsh place. Except for the special species such as the Turing Clan, the men and the women, old and young, were all natural-born warriors. There was no such thing as a war to get rid of women.

For example, the Medusa Clan was a matriarchal clan that respected women more than anything else. Only the Witches could grasp the most delicate medical skills and limb modification techniques.

Therefore, there were a lot of sorceresses in both the army and the six tribes, at least one third of their total strength.

When the soul-stirring aura of Black Jack spread to every corner of the battlefield, all the demonesses were so shocked that they could not help but stare at Black Jack's eyes, which were rippling with inexplicable waves. They could barely breathe.

The attack of the Hell Slayers around the turrets came to a halt.

Black Jack took the opportunity to draw his long sword from his waist and raised it toward the dome.

Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!

Weird noises of the seal being broken echoed inside the seemingly ordinary sword. Lines that looked like a spider web appeared on the body of the sword. Then, the lines flowed out of the body of the sword and spread out like veins and nerves. Soon, brilliant brilliance was filling up the 'veins and nerves', as if filling up the empty bones with bulging muscles.

The three-foot-long blade quickly turned into a super-large light sword more than two meters long and almost one foot wide.

The weirdest thing was that a vivid giant eye protruded out of the hilt of the light sword. The blood streaks inside the eye were like tentacles that melded the light sword with Black Jack's right hand.

"Hooooo!"

The prison wardens around the cannon let out furious roars as scorching spears made of steam pierced at him.

The light sword in Black Jack's hand that was full of magical power spun in a circle elegantly and cut off the tips of almost a hundred spears.

Like the best dancers, he stood on his toes and circled above the muzzle, while he raised the light sword high with his hands.

When the tip of the sword reached the highest speed, leaving a circle of brilliance that looked like a waning moon, Black Jack finally gathered all his strength and slashed the brilliance of the waning moon into the barrel of the Hell Destroyer Cannon.

At that moment, all the demons who had never seen the real sun and the moon were temporarily blinded by Black Jack's aura.

When their vision was clear again, they saw that Black Jack had turned into a blurred shadow of lightning again and was rushing on countless sharp spears and swords. With the help of the elasticity of one of the spears, he even took the spear as a pole and grabbed one of the claws of the griffin.

CRACK!

The griffin's hardest and sharpest claws could not withstand a single blow from Black Jack. They were immediately crushed into pieces.

In pain, the ordinary wings of the griffin flapped crazily in midair, bringing Black Jack out of the range of the cannon.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Countless prison guards shouted.

But before they could draw their bows and cast their spells, they heard weird noises behind them.

When they looked back, they discovered that the Hell Destroyer Cannon was bouncing up and down like a boiled kettle.

"This is—"

The prison guards were almost scared to death.

The preparation for the second launch had been completed. The high-pressure boiler was squeaking and ready to fire.

But Black Jack's previous attack had penetrated deep into the barrel.

Although there were no cracks on the surface, the hardness of the internal structure of the barrel had been seriously undermined.

Right now, there were tiny cracks and bubbles inside the barrels that were invisible to the naked eye. Corroded by the high-pressure steam and the magical power, they were getting larger and more unstable.

As it happened, the few artillerymen who were controlling the cannons had their heads chopped off by Black Jack's sharp aura. Their headless bodies fell to the ground. Who could stop the destruction of the cannons?

"The Hell Destroyer Cannon is going to explode!"

The faces of countless prison guards were twisted as they screamed in desperation.

They scrambled to get out of the range of the explosions, but it was too late.

The pressurizing devices that looked like pile drivers rose up high again and fell down heavily. Smoke and steam soared into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

However, this time, the magical bullets were not pushed out by the high-pressure steam. Before that, the shaking barrels had already been unable to withstand the terrifying force and exploded.

BOOM!

The barrel of the Hell Destroyer exploded.

The tragedy that had happened in the battle formation of the coalition army of the six species was almost exactly the same.

No. The damage this time was even more devastating.

This was because, other than the bullets themselves, there were also the broken pieces and components of the Hell Destroyer Cannon.