I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 380 - 378: Annihilate the Clan

Chapter 380: Chapter 378: Annihilate the Clan

The protective shield of the sky fortress shattered like an eggshell, regardless of how it had formed; now, it was gone.

Amidst these tens of thousands of meters high in the sky, without a protective barrier, the connecting galleries between buildings of the fortress, the landing pads housing aircraft, and even the small open-air park in the central area, were all torn into shreds by the fierce winds.

Those still lingering outside were swept away by the wind, and the aircraft on the landing pads slid off the platform, colliding with each other, and plummeting to the ground. The solar panels used for energy storage were also shaken violently by the wind until they were eventually torn off from their mounting frames.

Wei Tianyang plummeted directly onto the central square of the fortress, surrounded by five black towers; from the square, six stone pathways extended towards the buildings.

It was evident that the architectural style here mimicked the ancient court halls of the Yin Dynasty, but the fierce wind had blown away every hint of traditional decor; the artificial hills and ponds, as well as the vermillion glass dome, had been scattered into the deep blue sky after the shield broke.

Wei Tianyang stood there, the wind swirling around him, bending and breaking everything made of iron in accordance with his will.

Explosions echoed from all over the fortress as he stood there, restored to his normal size, and the wild winds obeyed his command, steering all debris clear of him.

He didn’t need to act, merely allowing himself to grow heavier, and the floating fortress gradually couldn’t bear it.

He ramped up his level of steel transformation, his whole body akin to an iron statue erected in the plaza. At that moment, his weight was astonishing; the iron base beneath his feet even began to bend, unable to withstand the pressure of his footsteps.

Under the tug of high-altitude winds and Earth’s gravity, the fortress was falling apart, but the sect members did not give up on escaping.

Dozens of high-ranking members had already entered the pre-prepared survival pods. When the fortress was built, they had planned everything and anticipated various scenarios, including a crash.

Attached to the metallic walls of the massive circular escape chamber were hundreds of single-person pods; one merely had to lie down, close the lid, and it would secure just like a rocket’s re-entry capsule. Once launched, after a 2,000-meter drop, parachutes would unfold for a safe landing.

As the core asset of the Lingxian Sect, tens of thousands of Black Medicine and related technologies were all housed in a detachable aerial drop chamber at the bottom of the fortress, the size of a Starbucks on the ground but wrapped in a thick protective layer sufficient to preserve those precious assets after a fall.

But there were far more than 100 people in this fortress, and clearly, the higher-ups of the Lingxian Sect did not deem the guards, low-level researchers, and maintainers worthy of rescue.

The senior members lay anxiously in the single-person pods, activating the automatic launch sequence, most of them long past their prime, the youngest among them over 60 years old.

Supported by the medical technology of the Lingxian Sect, they had enjoyed longevity, never having to inject themselves with Black Medicine, making them a group of luxuriously healthy old centenarians.

As the lids of the pods slowly closed, these old survivors breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had escaped disaster and could rise again.

The first batch of pods got launched, and a dozen or so pods disappeared into the skies in an instant, like the fortress’s discharge.

However, the next second, the direction of the wind shifted, and as if the pods had developed a consciousness of their own, they flew back again.

The lights in the escape pod went out, followed by the sound of metal being compressed.

Wei Tianyang’s four crimson pupils had already seen everything; he controlled the metal, controlled the wind, and sealed off every escape route.

The pod kept shrinking, the glass shattered, and the metal outer walls caved in, as if squeezed by an invisible hand, crushing all the high-ranking members of the Lingxian Sect inside, turning them into a smeared mess of blood and flesh embedded in the steel.

The huge fortress began to tilt, Wei Tianyang slightly reduced the extent of his steel transformation, and stomped heavily on the ground, The brutal impact sounded like thunder, spreading eyes-wide from below his feet, and he also penetrated the entire base of the fortress, nailing it like a spike and leaving a hole through it.

That hole slowly tore open, the gap widening and the fortress completely shattering, being torn apart by the fierce winds into fragments that fell toward the ground.

And at the very bottom of the fortress, the chains binding the Heavenly Falling Objects also burst, and the pentagon-shaped, black corpse began swaying in the wind.

Wei Tianyang turned sideways in the air, controlling the wind to bring himself close to the Heavenly Falling Objects, he thrust the Bone Knife fiercely into its surface, letting himself slide upon it.

After a brief contact, the immense Heavenly Falling Objects disappeared without a trace, Wei Tianyang looked up towards the universe, with the vast earth at his back, and plummeted rapidly.

The next second, his body held firm in midair, then his whole body turned to steel, shooting out like a bullet, instantly smashing the remnants of the fortress, with numerous black and red mists of blood converging towards him from different directions in the sky.

He followed closely behind a black hexagonal pod, transforming once more into a black giant, just 1200 meters from the ground, his large hand finally grasped the heavy pod.

Wei Tianyang adjusted his body position, lifting the pod slightly, orienting his feet towards the ground, then, he held his breath, with a thought, an upward force supported his massive body.

Almost instantly, Wei Tianyang hovered at 600 meters in the air.

He holding the pod slowly landed, leaving huge footprints on the ground, the pod was securely placed on the grass, and in an instant, his form returned to normal.

In the sky, the remains of the Lingxian Sect continued to fall, crashing into distant mountain ranges, a huge engine component fell with a thud, lodging into the winding river, several hundred meters away from him.

He looked around, with blood-stained pods and fragments constantly falling by his side, introspecting, Wei Tianyang realized that the recent absorption in the sky had added hundreds of various superpowers to his body.

Feeling these chaotic powers, he was momentarily clueless.

Suddenly, the wreckage of a fighter plane that crashed at his feet brought him back to his senses, those powers he would explore in detail later; today’s greatest achievement was undoubtedly learning to fly.

However, Zero Nine itself could already fly; it was just not stimulated by him—the flight he now absorbed, he wondered how it would interact with his own inherent abilities, and what differences there might be?

He once again transformed into a black giant, holding the hexagonal pod filled with Black Medicine and Lingxian Sect technology, diving into objective reality, flying towards Yin Country.

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