Chapter 13999 The Demon King Arrives
Ji Mingkong tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with concern and worry, and asked softly, "What do you plan to do? The Demon Sea is closing in step by step, and our Batian City is already in grave danger."
Ling Xiao gazed at the distant palace outside, his eyes seemingly piercing through the layers of palace walls to see the Batian City shrouded in gloom.
A hint of worry flickered in his eyes, and his brows furrowed slightly, but his tone was firm: "What else can we do? We can only try our best. Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, I absolutely cannot stand by and watch Batian City fall into the hands of demons."
Ji Mingkong's expression was solemn, like a flower trembling in the cold wind.
She knew all too well the power of the Demon Sea; it was a terrifying force capable of destroying everything.
She said in a deep voice, "Our strength is far inferior to theirs. The demons in the Demon Sea are all highly skilled, while our Batian City's garrison is as insignificant as ants under their attacks."
Ling Xiao nodded again. How could he not understand this? But a belief in his heart supported him so that he could not give up.
He said, "I know! But we can't just sit here and wait to die. Even if there's only a sliver of hope, I'll fight with all my might to get it."
Ji Mingkong glanced at Ling Xiao, his eyes full of trust.
She knew that Ling Xiao had always been a responsible and wise person.
In this critical moment, she was willing to entrust her fate and the future of Batian City into his hands.
She said softly, "You make the decision! Whatever you choose, I will fully support you."
After saying that, she bowed slightly, turned and left. Her resolute back seemed to tell Ling Xiao that she had placed all her trust in him.
Ling Xiao stood in the main hall, watching Ji Mingkong's departing figure, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.
He knew that he carried the hopes of the entire Batian City on his shoulders and could not let everyone down.
He secretly made up his mind: no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, he would fight for a chance to survive for Batian City and would never let Batian City fall into the hands of others.
He would not hesitate to pay the price with his life.
The bronze doors of the main hall of Batian City slowly closed, emitting a heavy and deep sound, as if the wheels of history were slowly turning.
The massive bronze gate completely swallowed Ling Xiao's figure into the deep shadows, as if isolating him from the noise and danger of the outside world.
The candlelight flickered inside the hall, casting swaying shadows in the empty space, yet it failed to dispel the oppressive silence.
The silence was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping Lingxiao.
Ling Xiao stood alone in the center of the hall, his gaze fixed intently on the mottled sword marks on the wall.
The sword marks crisscrossed, some deep, some shallow, as if they were the marks left by the trials of the strongest warriors of Batian City throughout the ages.
Each sword mark carries a piece of history and witnesses the rise and fall of Batian City.
At this moment, these sword marks seemed to be silently telling of the impending crisis, as if reminding Ling Xiao that Batian City was facing an unprecedented challenge.
Time passed by, and a full hour went by. Outside the main hall, all was quiet except for the rustling of leaves in the breeze.
The guards could only faintly hear the occasional clanging of objects, a clear and mysterious sound, as if Ling Xiao was performing some unknown secret technique.
Their hearts were filled with curiosity and speculation. Some said they had seen strange light spilling out from the crack in the door. The light was colorful and fleeting, as if it were a mysterious power from another world. Others heard a deep chanting voice, which was deep and melodious, as if some kind of mysterious magic was being performed, which aroused awe in people.
But all these speculations came to an abrupt end the moment Ling Xiao stepped out of the palace gate.
Ling Xiao stood quietly on the steps of the main hall, sculpted by the passage of time, his posture upright yet exuding a sense of loneliness.
The afterglow of the setting sun, like a thin veil, gently fell upon him, making his already somewhat slender figure even more clearly visible.
The afterglow carried a hint of warmth, but it could not dispel the chill in his heart caused by the crisis facing Batian City.
His figure appeared exceptionally thin in the sunset, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. Yet, there was an indescribable determination about him, like an unyielding mountain that would never retreat a step no matter how the wind and rain raged.
In the distance, the once magnificent sunset was gradually swallowed by darkness.
A dark shadow, like a ghost, was speeding towards Batian City.
The dark figure moved with incredible speed, its movements seemingly tearing the air apart, like a sharp blade cleaving through the twilight, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.
The oppressive feeling surged towards Batian City like a tidal wave, making everyone in the city feel a tightness in their chest, as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest, making it hard to breathe.
A gentle breeze swept across the city gates of Batian City, stirring up fine dust that danced freely in the air.
A young demon king dressed in black armor walked slowly, his steps steady and powerful, each step seemingly touching people's hearts.
The black armor gleamed with a cold, eerie light, as if it were formed from endless darkness, exuding a chilling aura.
The long sword at his waist gleamed with a cold, eerie light. Its blade seemed to be covered with mysterious runes, as if it concealed boundless power that could be unleashed at any moment.
The young demon king's long black hair fluttered gently in the wind, like a black waterfall, smooth and flowing.
Despite his frail, youthful physique and somewhat childish face, his brows exuded an innate air of authority, giving people an inexplicable sense of imposing presence.
He was like a king from the dark world, exuding an irresistible sense of oppression.
A hundred feet behind him, dozens of men in black stood like ghosts.
They were dressed in matching black outfits, their figures were agile, and their eyes revealed coldness and murderous intent.
The face beneath the black veil was completely obscured, like a ghost lurking in the darkness, elusive and unfathomable.
The long swords at their waists seemed ready to be drawn at any moment, and the scabbards exuded a dangerous aura, as if telling the story of how their swords had drunk the blood of countless people.
Even more striking was the man in white standing in front of the men in black.
He appeared to be around thirty years old, his white robe fluttering in the wind, outlining his tall and straight figure, like a pine tree standing proudly in the wind and snow.
His face was handsome yet aloof, his eyes deep and mysterious, as if they held boundless wisdom and power.
The sheathed longsword in his hand looked ordinary, with only simple patterns on the sheath and no excessive decorations, yet it gave people a sense of unfathomable depth.
It was as if, once this long sword was drawn, it could unleash a world-destroying power. (End of Chapter)
