Chapter 14206 High Spirits
Xiao Lianzhu maintained her most basic fighting stance, with her feet slightly apart, her body leaning slightly forward, her hands gripping her weapon tightly, and her eyes scanning her surroundings warily.
A vast divine consciousness, like countless invisible tentacles, emanated from her body, spreading and permeating the surrounding chaotic and violent spacetime structure to the greatest extent possible.
She focused intently on capturing any unusual ripples in the laws or fluctuations in energy, not missing a single minute change.
Even the slightest fluctuation of energy could conceal immense danger, so she dared not be the slightest bit careless.
The death voyage, a tapestry of deathly silence and raging fury, continues.
The surroundings were deathly dark, as if time itself had frozen.
But occasionally, a violent energy storm would strike, breaking the deathly silence and causing the warship to shake violently.
At the end of the path, the decaying aura that represents the hunters of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, aura that freezes even the soul, is like an ancient evil lurking at the end of endless darkness. As the distance shrinks drastically, it becomes thicker and heavier.
That aura was like a tangible shackle, binding everyone's souls and bodies, making them feel incredibly oppressed and terrified.
With every breath, they seemed to smell death, but they did not back down. They continued to move forward resolutely, because they knew that only by defeating the enemies ahead could they find the answers they sought and protect what they wanted to protect.
Ling Xiao's senses, like keen antennae, constantly extended and explored in this darkness shrouded in death and danger.
As he drew closer to the unknown threat, he sensed more and more clearly that what awaited them this time was no ordinary Templar minion.
Those lackeys who usually swagger and bully others in the church are like ants compared to an elephant when they are about to face the enemy.
This enemy, and the destructive shadow it casts, will far surpass any of the powerful figures he has torn apart in the past.
Those so-called strongmen in the past were nothing but paper tigers in front of Ling Xiao, and they crumbled after just a few of his attacks.
But this time, he could feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, like a towering mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
That decaying and evil aura, like tangible darkness, constantly eroded his will, trying to drag him into an endless abyss.
Just as that invisible pressure was about to solidify and weigh heavily on Ling Xiao's heart, making him feel suffocated, the long-dormant violent will originating from the source of the demon god within him seemed to be completely ignited by this extreme threat.
This wisp of will, like a demon slumbering in the abyss, will unleash a world-destroying power once awakened.
From the depths of its soul came a silent yet divine roar: "War!"
This roar was not expressed in words, but was a thunderous roar of the purest fighting spirit and destructive instinct.
Like a surging tide, it instantly dispelled the suffocating, decaying stench, giving Ling Xiao's soul a jolt.
The dark red flames in Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly surged, like burning demonic fire, radiating a scorching and dangerous aura.
The fighting spirit surrounding him seemed to sense his determination, and let out an excited neigh, like a warhorse neighing before a charge, full of longing and passion.
Ling Xiao's body trembled slightly, every muscle tense, as if he was yearning for the impending collision that would shatter everything.
He seemed to see a scene: he was holding a sharp blade, charging into the enemy ranks, and wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another, their blood splattering everywhere, while he was as if he were in an empty field, with no one able to stop him.
This desire burned like a flame in his heart, making him eager to throw himself into battle.
At the same time, the sword light floating around Ling Bi also shone brightly.
The sword lights shone like brilliant stars, dazzling in the darkness.
As if sensing Lingxiao's fighting spirit, they responded one after another, emitting crisp sword cries, like a stirring war song for the upcoming battle.
Ling Bi's eyes hardened, and she gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, ready to strike at any moment and cut down her enemy.
Xiao Lianzhu's cold will also became more pure and sharp.
She was already as cold as ice, but now she was like a drawn sword, radiating a chilling aura.
Her eyes revealed a resolute determination, as if she were prepared to sacrifice everything.
She stared intently at the end of the darkness, where unknown dangers lurked, but she was fearless, only thinking of fighting alongside Ling Xiao to completely annihilate the enemy.
Liwei!
This is not merely about displaying overwhelming strength in front of the enemy and crushing all enemies with absolute might, but also about burning away all doubts and igniting the destructive fire of endless battle spirits.
Ling Xiao knew that this battle was not only for himself, but also for his comrades behind him, for their shared beliefs and goals.
He wanted to let the enemy know that they were not people to be bullied at will, and that anyone who dared to infringe upon them would pay a heavy price.
He wanted to use his actions to ignite the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts, so that they could shine with the brightest light in this dark world.
Boom! ! !
The deafening roar, like the fury of ancient gods and demons, or the rumble of the collapsing heaven and earth, instantly pierced through every inch of space on the floating warship.
The entire floating warship suddenly shuddered violently, as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible yet enormous hand and then violently flung away.
The metal components on the ship groaned in pain, making creaking and groaning sounds, as if they might disintegrate at any moment under the violent impact.
Ahead, the turbulent, dark current that had been churning wildly and carrying countless fragments of corpses was now as if it had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer.
The turbulent currents, which had been surging and rampant, suddenly burst open to both sides, like a piece of silk being cleaved in two by a sharp blade, revealing the deep and dangerous void in the middle.
Fragments of corpses flew everywhere in the turbulent currents. Some struck the warship's shields with dull thuds before being bounced away; others continued to drift in the void, as if witnessing this horrific disaster.
Amidst this chaotic energy storm, more than a dozen figures appeared like ghosts.
Their appearance came without any warning, as if they had suddenly traveled from another dimension.
These figures instantly sealed off the void in all directions, trapping the floating warship inside like a turtle in a jar, with nowhere to escape.
They were both young, their faces radiating youthful energy, but their eyes revealed a fierceness and world-weariness beyond their years.
They wore strangely styled armor that shimmered with holy light; the patterns on the armor resembled mysterious runes, flickering with an eerie glow, as if containing boundless power. (End of Chapter)
