Chapter 13595 Taking the opportunity to save people

Chapter 13595 Taking the opportunity to save people
Shouts and curses were heard everywhere. Some people used powerful internal force to try to force the others back. The internal force turned into huge shock waves, shattering rocks wherever they went.

Some people had ghostly figures, moving around in the chaos like loaches, trying to snatch the sword while everyone was fighting. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow, making it difficult to guard against them.

The scene was in chaos. They completely ignored each other's identities and camps. In their eyes at this moment, there was only the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword that exuded endless temptation. For it, they would not hesitate to make enemies with the whole world.

Ling Xiao stood there, a sneer on his face, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain and ridicule. He looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, thinking to himself that these so-called strong men were so vulnerable in the face of greed.

He did not flee in the chaos, but stood there quietly, his feet rooted, like a steady statue, exuding a calmness and composure beyond the chaos. At the same time, he quietly began to draw the teleportation holy rune array under his feet.

His hands danced slightly. In this oppressive environment, it was extremely difficult for him to mobilize every bit of his internal energy, but he gritted his teeth and persisted. The internal energy flowed out from his fingertips like silk threads, outlining complex and mysterious patterns on the ground.

Each line flickers with a faint light, as if containing endless power. The light sways in the darkness, yet stubbornly resists the erosion of darkness.

His eyes were focused and determined, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he carefully controlled the output of his internal energy, fearing the slightest mistake, because this was related to whether he could successfully escape from this desperate situation.

On the other side, in the water dungeon, there was a dead silence. The torches on the wall flickered with a faint light, reflecting the damp stone walls around. Water drops kept falling from the top of the cave, making a "tick-tick" sound, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere.

Suddenly, there were slight ripples in the air, as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake, causing waves. A figure appeared quietly, and it was Chongtian. His figure loomed in the darkness, like a ghost.

There was a complicated look in his eyes, showing his attachment to and reluctance to leave the Demon Tower. After all, it contained his many years of cultivation memories and his former companions; but he also showed his anger and disapproval of what the Demon Tower had done this time.

Molou threatened Lingxiao with his friend, and this despicable behavior was really intolerable to him. He knew that this behavior violated his inner morality, so he resolutely came here to save people.

His eyes quickly scanned the water prison, trying to find the location of the prisoner, leaving no corner untouched. He walked slowly and firmly towards his goal, and every step seemed to break the dark confinement of the magic tower. Although his heart was full of trepidation, his determination never wavered.

In the water dungeon that looked like the belly of a giant beast, the thick darkness and damp air intertwined, like layers of airtight curtains, tightly wrapping the prisoners. They huddled in the cold corner, their bodies clinging to each other out of fear, their trembling bodies like withered leaves swaying on branches in late autumn.

The dim light struggled to squeeze in from the narrow ventilation hole on the top of the cell, casting mottled and faint shadows on the ground, illuminating their terrified faces.

Their eyes were filled with panic and despair, which was a deep fear of an unknown fate. Every time they looked up at the tightly closed cell door, the fear in their eyes deepened, as if the shadow of death would completely envelope them in the next second.

In this suffocating silence, a gentle yet penetrating voice suddenly sounded, like a bolt of lightning that cuts through the night sky, instantly breaking the oppressive atmosphere: "Don't panic, everyone. I am Ling Xiao's senior brother, and I have come here specially to save you."

The sound continued to echo in this closed space, and every syllable seemed to carry the power of warmth and hope, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, shining straight into the desperate hearts of the people, rekindling a glimmer of hope in their eyes that had once been as dead as ashes.

Chongtian's figure appeared quietly in front of the prison door like a ghost. The dim light outlined a vague outline on him, but it could not conceal the calm temperament emanating from him. This temperament was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea in a storm, making people feel inexplicably at ease in panic.

He raised his hand slightly, and it looked pale and powerful in the dim light. As he moved, his inner strength flowed out from his fingertips like an invisible thread. These inner strengths were like agile spirits, quickly drilling into the complex lock on the prison door.

In an instant, a slight "click" sound came from inside the lock, and then the prison door slowly opened with a "creak". The sound was sharp and harsh, like an old wooden door telling the pain of long-term confinement, which made people's teeth ache.

At this time, the battle outside had entered a white-hot stage, and the intensity was beyond imagination. The lights of various spells complemented each other, red like fire, blue like lightning, and purple like mysterious light, illuminating the entire sky with colorful lights, like a gorgeous fireworks feast.

However, beneath this beautiful appearance, there is an endless breath of danger and death. The sound of battle is deafening, roars, the roar of spells, and the collision of weapons interweave together to form a powerful wave of sound that seems to shatter the entire world.

The powerful force fluctuations caused the surrounding air to tremble violently like boiling water. Every strand of air made a painful "buzzing" sound under the pull of this force, as if the entire world was trembling in pain in this horrific battle.

Such a huge commotion made everyone outside devote themselves to the fight and had no time to pay attention to the subtle changes in the water prison.

As the elder of the Demon Tower, Chongtian has a very high status in the Demon Tower. On weekdays, when he walks among the intricate buildings of the Demon Tower, every disciple of the Demon Tower will unconsciously lower their heads when they see him, with awe in their eyes.

His every word and action had a significant influence in the Demon Tower. This time he came to the water prison, wearing gorgeous clothes that symbolized the identity of the Demon Tower elder. The mysterious runes embroidered on the clothes flickered faintly in the dim light, as if telling of his extraordinary status.

He looked calm and composed, and his steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to carry an unquestionable majesty. When others saw him like this, they subconsciously thought that he was here to inspect or handle important matters, and naturally no one would step forward to stop him.