The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

Chapter 197: Chapter 116: Azure Thunder Slash

The moment the thought emerged.

Qin Jin’s primordial power surged forth, with an overwhelming force, his figure shot out directly towards the pair.

He didn’t have enough intelligence to understand the opponent’s methods.

But…

As long as the source is annihilated, everything will collapse on its own.

His figure was like lightning.

The pair sensed Qin Jin’s approach, their speech suddenly accelerated, and the writing on the copper paper in their hands shimmered.

The scales above jingled, and the end where the pair stood suddenly rose.

At this moment.

Qin Jin clearly perceived a fierce suction emanating around his physique, with the origin being the upper scales, seemingly wanting to draw him in.

Without changing his expression, Qin Jin’s primordial power surged to resist the pull, while in his dantian, his dao foundation lightly trembled!

In this instant.

The scales pattern suspended in the air abruptly silenced its jingling, and the sound of cracking reverberated as cracks appeared on the scales, spreading rapidly all over in an instant, maintaining briefly before the scales pattern suddenly shattered.

Below.

The pair seemed to be struck hard, and their aura became suddenly chaotic.

Meanwhile, the copper paper in their hands also began to crack.

To be able to use extraordinary means suggested that they had reached the [Knowledge Secret] realm of an Esoteric Practitioner.

Their methods, derived from the divine spirit, were deemed extraordinary, but after their own interpretation, both in power and level, they were significantly weakened. Now, trying to balance Qin Jin, they found their methods could not bear Qin Jin’s power, and the resulting scales directly shattered!

As their aura became chaotic, the perfect flesh on their faces began to decompose, appearing to want to return to its source.

The balance was broken, and their own extraordinary power was no longer stable.

With the scales shattered, Qin Jin had already pursued them, bringing down his halberd, reducing everything to ashes.

Qin Jin retracted his halberd and stood, gazing forward.

Cold Plum City is named for its production of a particularly unique species of plum tree.

The factory covers a significant area, and though the sounds of battle echoed from all directions, the factory’s interior remained at peace.

Eyes slightly lowered.

Qin Jin stepped further in.

At the same time.

Han Miao’s voice resonated in his spiritual connection.

“The bureau has compiled the enemy information you’ve encountered so far.”

“It can be basically confirmed that the evil god sect currently faced is the [Libra Apostle Association].”

“They worship the evil god [Balance Lord Wan Qi] and were once purged within the Federation’s borders.”

“You can view the relevant information yourselves.”

As her voice faded, strange symbols arose on the mental communication platform, lingering within.

This was Han Miao utilizing special means to leave the information she had acquired at present.

Considering the ongoing battles of the teams, making direct receipt inconvenient, she chose to let everyone retrieve it themselves.

Qin Jin’s spiritual contact with the symbols filled his mind with more detailed information, which he absorbed while looking at the tightly closed factory door ahead. Thrusting his great halberd forward, he unleashed a power that directly shattered the door.

Inside.

No enemies were seen, no monsters appeared, inside the factory space, there lay only scales of various sizes, constructed from different materials.

Carefully extending his spiritual perception in all directions.

Confirming no presence of enemies, Qin Jin left the factory.

From all sides, over thirty operational teams simultaneously launched actions.

The outer interception lasted merely a fleeting instant before breaking directly. The monsters and esoteric practitioners within the factory were killed one by one under siege.

The teams had considered capturing some alive, but anyone defeated among these esoteric practitioners underwent irreversible malign changes when the balance within them was shattered, impossible to halt.

Meanwhile.

On this battlefield, a figure especially drew attention.

That was Qin Jin.

Under the night sky, nothing could be more dazzling than the glow of lightning.

As distances between teams closed, everyone witnessed the terrifying posture of that young figure in combat.

As time pressed onward.

Battle lines continuously contracted.

Teams gathered, leaving only one last factory in the entire processing plant uncleared.

Qin Jin stood holding his halberd, eyes fixed on the factory.

Beside him.

With a wave of the captain’s hand, patrol team members approached with equipment, violently breaking open the door with machinery. With a deafening roar, the door of the factory suddenly collapsed inward.

Boom!

Everything within the factory came into full view.

It was a spacious rectangular factory, its inner walls painted with unknown pigment into numerous scale patterns, interwoven, inducing a sense of crowded discomfort.

And upon the factory floor.

Special patterns had drawn peculiar designs, and above them stood a towering twenty-meter-tall giant scale. On one side of this scale’s pan lay a diminutive figure, crawling motionless atop it.

He donned a robe adorned with the Libra Apostle Association’s emblem, evidently wearing a specially made religious garment.

It is noteworthy that…

One side of the scale bore a person, while the other side was empty, yet the scale still stood parallel, with the balance undisturbed.

From the side, other captains spoke up.

“He seems to be dead.”

“Utilize instruments to confirm detection remotely.”

“No sign of life detected.”

“Judging by his attire, this is a Priest-level Esoteric Practitioner.”

“Preserve the scene, initiate real-time communication with the bureau, and have an Esoteric Buddhism expert come to assess the situation, awaiting professional examination.”

“His death without any resistance could suggest a form of ritual.”