The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

At the same time.

Central area of the civilization ruins.

The Celestial Strategy Academy team was advancing rapidly.

Lu Ming was carried on Yuan Shen’s back. His face was regaining its color, the pallor fading significantly. At this moment, his eyes shone brightly, using a small amount of Spiritual Energy; the strands of Spiritual Power were woven around the team, concealing their presence and tracks.

Along the way, many Polluters lurked around, but under the concealment of Spiritual Energy, they completely ignored the team’s tracks, unable to detect them.

“We’re almost there.”

Long Yun’an led at the forefront of the team, his steady voice rang out: “Once we get close, act according to the plan.”

“Aim to succeed in one strike.”

“Understood.”

Voices of agreement echoed from the back.

The central area was shrouded in darkness under the curtain of night, with no lights in sight.

The Celestial Strategy Squad fell into a silent state once more, with no one speaking.

Just then.

Boom!

Ahead of them, with the sound of a sudden explosion breaking the silence of the night, the end of the squad’s vision saw a flash of lightning illuminating the sky, brilliantly lighting up the surrounding buildings!

“What’s that place?!”

Long Yun’an’s voice sounded.

“It’s the Spiral Tower.”

Gu Xiweng quickly replied: “There, it should be our target, the residence of the Divine Son.”

His voice was calm, and a hint of mystery flashed through his eyes: “It seems someone shares our intention and acted before us.”

“Could there be other teams faster than us?”

The figures of the Celestial Strategy Squad did not stop; under the night’s shadow, the light of the lightning vanished briefly, then shone again like a guiding beacon.

“Whoever launches a surprise attack at this time is likely a team like ours, not choosing either faction, ready to seize the opportunity.”

“Increase speed, go help immediately!”

The command voice sounded, and the squad members detonated their full speed, quickly moving toward the battlefield location.

…

In mid-air.

The form of the Divine Son changed, its body expanding as all chains around it broke apart. Within a few breaths, it took on a shape Qin Jin had previously seen, its body an azure-grey humanoid form, exuding a sense of perfection at first glance.

Two bone wings emerged from its back, flapping slightly.

Below.

With this sound, the Polluters were awakened, and around the Spiral Tower, countless Polluters were swiftly approaching. But as they neared a certain area, they hesitated to move closer, seemingly influenced by the Divine Son, unable to approach.

“In the special exploration area, the form change of the Divine Son is very sudden and indeed seems like a [mutation].”

“Now, it has mastered this ability and can actively change its form?”

The thought flashed through Qin Jin’s mind.

The Divine Son stood in mid-air, crimson pupils staring at the Spiral Tower, focusing on Qin Jin, surrounded by lightning, as a hoarse voice sounded.

“Purifier.”

“Daring to make a move against me, you’re quite impressive.”

“However…”

“I don’t like the timing of your appearance.”

The hoarse voice resounded through the night sky, and in the next moment, its bone wings spread wide, black mist surged around it, and it charged suddenly toward Qin Jin.

“Let me see.”

“Whether you…have the qualification to challenge me.”

The voice lingered at the original place.

At the same time.

Qin Jin’s Primordial Power began to fluctuate.

As the tide rises and falls, within Qin Jin’s physique, the Primordial Power first stilled, then surged violently. In this wave, the Primordial Power became increasingly turbulent, with waves rising.

Ninefold Waves!

The ability he gained from extracting the Extraordinary Factor at Baji Star.

Having rushed all the way to this place, facing one of the bosses of the civilization ruins, Qin Jin had already activated his ability during the journey, and now, after the first wave’s stillness, it erupted!

The Divine Son charged downward, and Qin Jin’s gaze sharpened. His right hand clenched into a fist as the Primordial Power gathered in an instant, and his fist emitted Divine Light, striking fiercely.

The next moment!

Qin Jin and the Divine Son clashed with each other, fists colliding.

Their clash produced a sudden explosive sound, causing the already shattered landing window to shatter completely, implicating the surroundings. Simultaneously, on both sides of the Spiral Tower, two figures were sent retreating backward.

One figure was caught mid-air, retreating while spinning, wings extending as it regained balance, the Divine Son.

The other was Qin Jin, planting his feet on the top floor of the tower, continuously mitigating the force from the burst of power.

“Purifier…”

The Divine Son’s eyes were hard to fathom, staring toward the top of the tower.

At that moment.

In its eyes, lightning reflected suddenly.

Inside the tower, around Qin Jin, the lightning was brilliant. His eyes rarely showed some excitement. Behind him in the air, the phantom of the Thunder Marsh appeared.

The Thunder Marsh stood behind him, as the torrent of Thunder Spiritual Power surged into all parts of his physique, seamlessly merging with his Primordial Power, everything completing in an instant. In the Divine Son’s sight, as Qin Jin halted his retreating figure, he charged forward again.

He rushed to the edge of the top floor, leaped with all his might, his entire body ascending as lightning burst forth, speeding towards the Divine Son.

Lightning streaked across the sky.

Thunder and the black mist clashed together.

In mid-air, the collision of fists and feet; in a tangible physical combat, it was a clash of power.

Explosive sounds resounded continuously!

Again, a punch was thrown, the sound of tides rising, the second wave!

This punch struck with terrifying momentum; under the explosion of force, it carried an astonishing impact, sending the Divine Son’s body hurtling back into the Spiral Tower!

The immense impact, combined with the innate Physical Strength of the Divine Son itself, made it like a shell that relentlessly punched through the walls of the tower, penetrating it.