Chapter 14280 Underestimation
Yuwen Po realized that he had not underestimated Ling Xiao, but rather the power of the Ba Tian Empire!
It should be said that it was greatly underestimated!
He originally thought Ling Xiao was just an accident in the Batian Empire, but he never expected that the entire Batian Empire had such a profound foundation and powerful strength.
The atmosphere was as oppressive as the calm before a storm; everyone was tense and confronting each other, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, as if it could ignite at any moment.
After a moment of silence, Yuwen Po suddenly opened his tightly clenched right hand without warning, the movement swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
A command arrow radiating a dazzling golden light shot into the sky from his palm, its brilliance as blinding as the sun, instantly illuminating the surrounding dim sky.
The command arrow, like a golden lightning bolt, vanished into the depths of the sky in the blink of an eye, leaving only a faint golden trail, as if telling of the great changes it was about to bring.
Upon seeing this, Ji Mingkong's previously calm expression instantly changed.
Her slender, jade-like fingers unconsciously tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if she were concentrating all her strength into her fingertips.
Her almond-shaped eyes, which were always filled with a gentle smile and as warm as the spring sun, were now covered with a layer of frost, a frost so cold it seemed to freeze everything around her.
Her gaze, like two sharp daggers, swept over Yuwen Po, who was crushing a jade talisman in the distance.
The moment the jade talisman in Yuwen Po's hand shattered, a faint light flickered, as if summoned by some mysterious power.
Ji Mingkong took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm, but it was eerily calm, like the deathly silence before a storm: "Yuwen Po is calling for reinforcements!"
Her voice, though soft, struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
Those around her immediately became serious upon hearing her words. They knew that once Yuwen Po's reinforcements arrived, the situation in this battle would change dramatically.
Ji Mingkong curled his fingertips slightly, feeling the chill that penetrated to his very bones.
The cold seemed to spread from her fingertips, little by little, throughout her body, causing her to tremble slightly.
She murmured very softly, her voice so low it was almost carried away by the wind, as if afraid of being overheard by the enemy, or as if she were speaking to the person deep within her heart: "Ling Xiao... you must... come back."
There was a barely perceptible tremor in that voice, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.
Her eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and expectation, as if Ling Xiao was her only hope in this dark world, her last resort to defeat her enemies.
At this moment, her heart was filled with worry and anxiety.
She knew that the reinforcements Yuwen Po had summoned must be powerful, and although they were currently fighting the enemy with courage and passion, their strength would gradually diminish over time.
Without Ling Xiao's timely return, they would likely have had a hard time withstanding the enemy's new attack.
She could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that Ling Xiao could sense the crisis here, return as soon as possible, lead them to defeat the enemy, and protect their homeland.
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On the other side of the sky, so distant it seems to stretch to the horizon, as if another mysterious chapter of the world has been turned, everything seems so unfamiliar yet full of unknown allure.
Here, there is no hustle and bustle of the world, only endless emptiness and silence that has existed since time immemorial. That silence is as deep as a bottomless abyss, as if it can swallow up all the sounds of the world.
In the midst of this silence, a massive and majestic void warship was speeding madly in a near-self-destructive manner.
This warship is entirely forged from Netherworld Crystal, an extremely precious and mysterious material that emits a cold and profound light.
At this moment, as the warship's speed was pushed to its limit, a layer of dazzling white light flowed across its surface, the light like a burning flame, hot and dazzling.
The warships traversed the void, violently rubbing against countless fragments of meteorites that brushed past them.
Each collision unleashes dazzling yet dangerous sparks, like fireworks bursting in the night sky, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness.
The warship left a dazzling trail stretching for thousands of miles behind it. The trail was like a huge ribbon of light, or a bolt of lightning that cleaved through the darkness, drawing a magnificent trajectory in the silent void and demonstrating its fearless momentum.
At the most open part of the bow, Lingbi stands alone.
She is like a cold and beautiful flower blooming in the void, exuding a unique and charming temperament.
The turbulent currents whipped up by the storm were like ferocious beasts, whipping wildly against her robes, making them flutter and rustle, as if telling the story of the thrill and excitement of this adventure.
Her long, jet-black hair danced wildly behind her head, like black silk ribbons fluttering in the wind.
However, despite the harsh surroundings, she remained as steadfast as a rock nailed to the bridge, demonstrating her inner strength and composure.
Her deep eyes were even more serene than the sky before her.
Those eyes seemed to hold endless secrets and stories, making them impossible to understand or grasp.
At this moment, her gaze was fixed on the distorted and ever-changing colorful nebula and the massive black hole vortex that devoured all light in front of her.
The colorful nebula is like a dreamlike painting, constantly changing shape and color in the void, so beautiful that it takes your breath away;
The enormous black hole vortex resembled a bottomless abyss, exuding a terrifying and mysterious aura, as if it could devour everything in the world.
Ling Bi gazed at all of this quietly, without the slightest fear in her heart, only a desire to explore the unknown and a firm commitment to her mission.
Not far behind her, Ling Xiao sat cross-legged.
His posture was calm and serene, as if he had merged with the surrounding void.
Within a three-foot radius around him, the air distorted and rippled slightly due to the highly concentrated spiritual pressure, forming a unique aura.
The spiritual pressure, like a tangible wave, continuously spread outwards, giving people a sense of immense power.
In front of him was a ferocious-looking golem.
The golem was entirely blood red, as if it had been cast from fresh blood, and it exuded a chilling aura.
Its face is ferocious and terrifying, and its eyes are like burning flames, revealing endless ferocity and evil;
Its mouth was wide open, revealing sharp fangs, as if it were ready to devour all life at any moment.
This is precisely the demonic statue of the Blood Calamity True Demon, a treasure that Ling Xiao obtained from the Blood Calamity True Demon Palace. (End of Chapter)
