Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14310 Comeback
Ji Mingkong frowned slightly and said, "The difference in strength is too great."

"The Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary is filled with experts, while our Overlord Empire, though possessing some strong individuals, is still far inferior to them."

"This battle will likely be exceptionally difficult."

Ling Xiao smiled, a smile brimming with confidence and mystery: "I've already asked for help."

"A helping hand?" Ji Mingkong raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity and surprise flashing in his eyes.

"who?"

"To be able to mobilize such a powerful ally, this person must be no ordinary individual."

"You'll find out when the time comes." Ling Xiao kept it a secret, deliberately not revealing the identity of his helper.

He had his own plans, intending to give Ji Mingkong and the people of the Batian Empire a surprise at a crucial moment.

After talking for a while, Ling Xiao felt that it was about time, so he got up and returned to his quiet room in Batian City.

He closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

"Continue cultivating!" he thought to himself.

In this world where the strong rule, only by constantly improving one's own strength can one protect those one wants to protect and safeguard the peace of the Overlord Empire.

He circulated his internal energy, and his meridians seemed to be ignited, emitting a faint light.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged towards him like a tide, and he continuously absorbed it into his body, transforming it into his own energy.

While Lingxiao was in seclusion, the situation in the Batian Empire was quietly undergoing tremendous changes.

Ji Mingkong knew that the threat posed by the Tianyuan Holy Temple loomed over the Batian Empire like a dark cloud, and that a world-shaking war could break out at any moment.

Therefore, she decisively issued an emergency recall order in Ling Xiao's name to the scattered warriors of the Batian Empire.

This recall order was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

The Batian Empire was already full of powerful warriors. Upon hearing that the empire was facing a crisis, these warriors who were out there did not hesitate to put down their affairs and rush back day and night.

Among them are lone rangers who fight ferocious beasts in deep mountains and forests, explorers who search for treasures in mysterious ruins, and spies who carry out secret missions in foreign lands.

No matter where they are or what they are doing, as long as they think that the Batian Empire is their root, the place where they grew up and struggled, a strong sense of belonging and mission will well up in their hearts.

As more and more powerful figures returned, the once dormant Batian Empire seemed to be injected with a powerful vitality, regaining its vigorous life.

On the streets, martial artists could be seen everywhere. They were either discussing the current situation in twos and threes or hurrying along alone, their eyes revealing determination and resolve.

On the city wall, the newly arrived strongmen quickly joined the construction of the defensive fortifications. They skillfully operated various weapons and reinforced the city wall's defenses.

On the training ground, shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth as martial artists engaged in intense combat drills, making full preparations for the upcoming great battle.

These powerful individuals all have a deep sense of belonging to the Overlord Empire.

After all, the Overlord Empire had recruited many top geniuses and experts from other continents.

They came from their respective continents to the land of Bai Ze, a place full of opportunities and challenges, carrying dreams and ambitions.

Although they were newcomers and needed to adapt to the unfamiliar environment and rules, the Overlord Empire provided them with ample room for development and abundant resources.

Here, they gained respect and recognition, made many like-minded friends, and realized their own value and dreams.

Now, a long time has passed, and they have long regarded the Batian Empire as their second home, willing to give everything to protect it.

In the endless starry sky, a huge warship, like a black behemoth, is slowly sailing.

The warship was tens of thousands of feet long and was made entirely of incredibly hard black iron, gleaming with a cold light under the starlight.

The bow of the ship is carved with a ferocious ghost head totem, with its gaping maw revealing sharp fangs, as if it wants to devour all enemies that stand in its way.

Above the starship, a golden-winged roc was circling.

This golden-winged roc was enormous, its wingspan covering the sky like a golden cloud shrouding the warship.

Each time it flaps its wings, it stirs up a violent stellar storm, filled with powerful energy fluctuations that make the surrounding stars tremble and sway.

A man in black robes stood atop the roc's head; he was none other than Yuwen Qingtian, the First Divine Envoy of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall.

He stood tall and straight, with a cold and aloof demeanor, exuding a powerful aura that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

He commands nearly 80% of the Tianyuan Holy Hall's military strength, holding an unparalleled and prestigious position within the hall, where his word carries immense weight.

At this moment, he stood quietly atop the roc's head, gazing intently into the distance, as if deep in thought.

Two elderly men and a general stood behind him.

The two old men had white hair and beards, but were vigorous and exuded an unfathomable aura, clearly indicating that they were highly skilled individuals.

They stood there quietly, like two silent mountain peaks, giving people a sense of calm and reliability.

The general in question was none other than Yuwen Po, who had previously suffered a defeat. He looked dejected, with a hint of resentment and anger in his eyes.

He recalled the crushing defeat he had suffered in the Batian Empire, and his heart was filled with resentment. He wished he could immediately lead his army back to wipe out the humiliation.

Yuwen Qingtian seemed to sense Yuwen Po's emotions. He slowly turned around, glanced coldly at Yuwen Po, and said, "Yuwen Po, the previous failures are not terrible. What is terrible is losing confidence and fighting spirit."

"This time, as we make a comeback, we must be fully prepared to deliver a heavy blow to the Overlord Empire."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Po immediately lowered his head and said, "Your teachings are correct, Divine Envoy. I will certainly keep them in mind and will do my best this time to live up to Your expectations."

"Is Lingxiao really that powerful?" Yuwen Qingtian stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree. Against the backdrop of the vast starry sky, he resembled an inviolable deity.

His expression was calm as he spoke softly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

Yuwen Po quickly bowed, leaning slightly forward with utmost respect, and said, "This subordinate truly could not withstand that fellow's attack."

Recalling the scene of his fight with Ling Xiao, his body still trembled slightly involuntarily.

Ling Xiao's frenzied attacks swept in like a storm, each move containing earth-shattering power.

He seemed to transform into a ferocious beast, charging forward recklessly, leaving Yuwen Po no time to mount an effective defense.

The sharp sword energy and fierce fist wind still echoed in his mind, leaving him with lingering fear.