Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14086 Escape

The light flickered so rapidly and intensely that it seemed to break free from the constraints of the body and shatter the shackles of this world.

"They caught up so quickly...?"

The Demon King's cold and solemn voice, like thunder in the cold night, resounded directly deep within Ling Xiao's soul.

There was a hint of barely perceptible fear in that voice, as if even this once-powerful figure was deeply wary of the sudden turn of events before him.

Ling Xiao's muscles tensed instantly, as if he were a stiff stone.

His throat was dry, as if burned by a flame, and he managed to utter a few words with difficulty:
"This...is it aimed at me?"

At that moment, he clearly felt the boundless malice emanating from the two characters "Lingxiao" on the mountain peak.

That malice, like a cold, venomous snake, silently coiled around his neck, making it hard for him to breathe, as if he were in an endless abyss.

The Demon King's voice resounded within Ling Xiao's soul, carrying an almost cruel calm:

"Do not."

A fleeting, absurd sense of relief crossed Ling Xiao's mind. He thought that perhaps it was just a coincidence, and the words on the mountain peak were not directed at him.

However, the Demon King's next words were like a sharp ice blade, shattering the last glimmer of hope in his heart and plunging him into an icy abyss:

"They're here to kill you."

Ling Xiao: "..."

In an instant, a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making his blood seem to freeze.

His body trembled involuntarily, as if he were in a frozen wasteland, without a trace of warmth.

As the giant tortoise carrying the mountain peaks fully revealed itself, the scene of the shattered battlefield became even more terrifying.

The giant tortoise, like a moving mountain, exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

With each step it took, it seemed to tread on everyone's hearts, making their hearts tremble.

The air in the entire shattered battlefield seemed to have been instantly sucked away by an invisible hand, becoming incredibly thin.

In the sea of ​​demons, those demons that were originally baring their fangs and roaring incessantly were now as if they had been frozen in place, and all their roars came to an abrupt halt.

Their eyes widened, filled with fear, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

The raging flames around the young demon king seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of cold water, instantly dimming.

The once blazing flames now burned weakly, as if they might go out at any moment.

The young demon king's body trembled uncontrollably as he felt an immense fear originating from his very life instincts, as if his soul was about to be devoured by this fear.

Even the ancient lamp in Yun Wuji's hand, which emitted a faint light, flickered under the suppression of this fear, like a candle burning in the wind.

Yun Wuji's face turned deathly pale. He gripped the ancient lamp tightly with both hands, trying to steady the flickering light, but to no avail.

Faced with this immense fear, everyone felt their own insignificance and powerlessness, like ants facing a dragon, left to their own devices.

Even Yun Wuji, a powerful figure who had weathered countless years and seemed detached from the mortal world, now had an unprecedented sense of solemnity flicker in the depths of his eyes, which were usually frozen and calm.

The somber atmosphere was like the thick, dark clouds that gather in the sky before a storm, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

His hunched back, which usually carried a sense of languor and leisure after experiencing many hardships, seemed to straighten slightly at this moment, as if an invisible force was supporting him, forcing him to stand up straight to face the impending crisis.

His hands gripped the handle of the ancient lamp that emitted a faint glow tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force. The lamp handle seemed to be his only support at this moment, the stronghold he held firm under this terrifying pressure.

Su Lingyin, a woman who has always been known for her ethereal and extraordinary beauty, has lost her composure and calmness for the first time in her once serene and otherworldly appearance.

Her delicate eyebrows, as beautiful as distant mountains, were tightly furrowed, as if two unresolved sorrows were entangled in her heart.

The crystal-clear jade flute in her hand, radiating a faint spiritual light, was held to her lips, yet she couldn't produce a single note.

That jade flute, which was usually her tool for expressing emotions and casting spells, was now as if it had been frozen in place, silent and still, as if it too was afraid of the terrifying power before it.

The giant tortoise's power was like an invisible mountain, putting pressure on both of these beings who were incredibly powerful in their respective fields!
The pressure, like a surging tide, washed over them wave after wave, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Above the void, the giant tortoise, seemingly forged from the bones of endless mountains and rivers, like an unshakable mountain of death, slowly lowered its head, which resembled a small mountain.

Its cold, indifferent, and lifeless gaze was like two beams of annihilating death light shooting out from the deepest hell, carrying endless chill and an aura of destruction, piercing through layers of spatial barriers.

This gaze ignored the overwhelming demonic power emanating from the young demon king, which, like a raging fire, appeared so small and fragile under the giant tortoise's gaze.
It also swept past the ancient and mysterious aura emanating from Yun Wuji, an aura that seemed to contain the sedimentation of time and endless secrets, but in the eyes of the giant tortoise, it was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

Finally… that cold and terrifying gaze was fixed on…

On Ling Xiao's body!

boom!
It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in everyone's hearts. Instantly, all eyes in the room, like thousands of cold needles drawn by a magnet, focused on Ling Xiao, whose face had turned pale.

That gaze held surprise, doubt, and fear, but above all, it reflected a wariness of unknown dangers.

An invisible pressure, like a surging tide, rushed towards Ling Xiao from all directions, almost crushing him!

He felt as if he were in an endless dark abyss, surrounded by endless cold and fear, with nowhere to escape.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The World-Destroying Demon Needle within Ling Xiao's body trembled even more violently, its sound like a desperate wail, as if telling Ling Xiao of the impending catastrophe.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword also became restless, violently shaking within Ling Xiao's body, like a beast trapped in a cage, yearning to break free of its restraints and engage in battle.

Green Spirit, the clever and intelligent woman who had always been by Ling Xiao's side, suddenly changed her expression.

Her eyes were filled with fear and panic, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

She hurriedly hid inside the magic needle space, shouting at the top of her lungs as she concealed herself:

"Escape, escape!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with anxiety and despair.