He was a skinny old man with wrinkled skin.
His face was sallow, and his body was weak. The loose priest robe on his body was drooping like a shroud.
In terms of appearance, he was much worse than Lei Lie, the priest of Red Gold Town. He was just an old man that could be seen anywhere.
However, his appearance caused the entire Iron Fist Army to become inexplicably excited, as if they were possessed.
Even the soldiers of the Iron Fist Army, who had been shot full of holes by the steam cannons, shouted at the top of their lungs, not caring that their wounds were affected.
"Grand Priest of Luo Tian!"
"Grand Priest of Luo Tian!"
"Grand Priest of Luo Tian!"
The old man named Luo Tian slowly flew past the statue of the Fist God and stood in midair. He glanced at the steam cannons and the fanatics with an expressionless face. Then, he looked away and lowered his eyelids.
It was as if the destruction they had caused and the commotion that shook the entire city was just a child's game.
The corners of Luo Xinglong's eyes and mouth twitched.
Gus and his sister were the closest to him, so they could see it clearly. The core follower of the Machine Sect and the Steam Sect was trying his best to put on a righteous and disdainful expression.
But he did not succeed. A hint of fear still leaked out of the trembling in the deepest part of his eyes.
Both Gus and Grey could understand his fear of being tough on the outside but weak on the inside.
It was because even though they were far away in Red Gold Town, they had heard the name of Grand Priest of Luo Tian from their uncle Lei Lie and other people more than once.
It was said that he was the best expert in fist techniques in Qianyuan City and even within a thousand kilometers!
It was said that he practiced an ultimate technique known as the 999 Stairs to Heaven, which allowed him to step on the stairs that did not exist and "walk" beyond the clouds. He could directly absorb the power of the universe and communicate with the Fist God.
It was said that he made a great promise in front of the Fist God that he would use a secret technique to turn himself into a furnace so that he could better receive the power of the Fist God and descend into his body!
Gus and his sister did not know how many of the "rumors" were true and how many were false.
But their uncle would not lie to them. Their uncle Lei Lie once said that he could not last more than three moves against Grand Priest of Luo Tian. When Grand Priest of Luo Tian was serious, it was as if he had emptied his body and invited a god to possess him!
Gus and his sister were not the only ones who knew about the legend.
All the fanatics had also heard of the strength of the High Priest of Allheaven.
For a moment, the originally noisy and chaotic battlefield fell silent.
Even the roar of the steam whistle and the roar of the steam cannon seemed to be suppressed by the momentum of the High Priest of Luo Tian and frozen into ice.
The High Priest of Allheaven was like a huge mountain that crushed the hearts of every fanatic.
Only by crossing over, no, crushing this mountain could their beliefs become reality.
"Fire! Fire! "
Luo Xinglong roared murderously, "Aim at High Priest Allheaven and fire!"
The gunner, who was operating the giant steam cannon, was suppressed by the invisible aura of the High Priest of Allheaven. He was at a loss of what to do and was in a daze.
Luo Xinglong gritted his teeth and pushed the gunner away. He sat on the cannon and crazily shook the crankshaft to adjust the firing parameters.
The High Priest of Allheaven was still standing in the air, seemingly motionless. He did not even blink as he patiently waited for Luo Xinglong to turn the black muzzle to him.
But if one looked carefully, one would find that the figure of the High Priest of Allheaven was gradually becoming blurred, as if there were invisible ripples around his body. This was the sign of an earth-shattering power gathering.
Everyone realized that this cannon was the key to this battle.
A large number of Iron Fist Army soldiers rushed forward fearlessly, trying to destroy the steam cannon before it could fire the next shot. At least, they could interfere with the shooting height and angle.
Countless zealots also charged forward like soldiers who were prepared to die. They blocked the narrow streets with their fleshly bodies where scorching steam was flowing out, building indestructible walls.
As the two parties clashed, thick flowers of blood splashed out. No matter how the broken limbs flew, the bloody lines could not move even half an inch. Even if some of the experts of the Iron Fist Army who were burning with anxiety leaped high and attempted to dive and bombard the steam cannons from midair, there would immediately be fearless men of sacrifice on the side of machinery and steam that would meet them head-on. They would hug each other tightly in midair and detonate the steam bombs that were wrapped around their bodies, blowing each other into meat paste.
Finally —
In the instrument panel of the steam cannon, the needle on the steam cannon rushed to the red area on the far right, facing death calmly.
This meant that the steam cannon had been pressurized to the limit.
The cannonballs full of destructive power and the feathers blocking the gaps had also been filled up.
"Long live the True God!"
Luo Xinglong's face was flushed with excitement, and he danced as if he were drunk. He stared at the High Priest of Allheaven in midair and shouted fiercely, "Go to hell, lackey of the false god!"
Boom!
Luo Xinglong pulled the rope hard, and the steam cannon roared like a ferocious beast. The violent vibration shook Gus and Grey off the top of the cannon.
Through the gaps of the complicated mechanical structures, the overwhelming airwaves that poured out blew the siblings and the fanatics who were dragging the cannons forward at least ten meters away.
Some of them were even scalded by the scorching steam. A series of shocking blisters quickly appeared on their hands and faces, but they had no time to scream. They all opened their eyes wide and looked at the sky that was enveloped in steam.
In the sky, the enormous cannonballs, like meteorites, were heading toward the High Priest of Allheaven precisely in a fierce and devastating arc.
Everyone, regardless of whether they were from the Iron Fist Army or the steam army, was anxious. They held their breath together, feeling that the moment had turned into eternity.
The High Priest of Allheaven was still expressionless as he welcomed the steam cannonballs unhurriedly.
In front of him, the twisted air had formed visible vortexes that looked like the most solid shields.
Behind him, the furiously burning flames gradually formed a magnificent, solemn, and sacred face, which was exactly the same as the statue in front of the Fist God Temple. It was the face of the Fist God!
"Ah!"
Countless zealots were frightened by the face that appeared in midair, and they all screamed in horror.
In the midst of the screams, the High Priest of Allheaven took action.
He waved his skinny fist casually, and the air vortexes in front of him condensed into an enormous and unfathomable super vortex.
The steam cannonballs rushed into the vortex, and their trajectories were immediately disrupted. They started shaking like a spinning top that had run out of strength.
Then, the giant face behind the High Priest of Allheaven that looked like the face of the Fist God put on an angry expression, opened its bloody mouth, and let out an earth-shattering roar!
In an instant, everyone felt as if ten thousand thunders were exploding next to their ears.
The roar turned out to be real, as if it came directly from beyond the clouds. It was the will of the Fist God!
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