Chapter 60: The Unerring Strike

Ning Song sighed, placing a primordial force grenade beside her corpse, and instructed, “If necessary, you know what to do.”

The loyal guards around him nodded.

As a member of the imperial family, even in death, her body could not be desecrated. It was also crucial to prevent the dark races from using her bloodline for research or as a medium for prophecy and other esoteric arts.

Ning Song took another look at her, only able to sigh once more.

Xijiu was still underage, not particularly outstanding among the royal children, but because of her youth, she possessed an inherent innocence and charm. Ning Song had a vague guess as to why she suddenly appeared on the front line, but he could not be certain.

True masters of divination always act in unfathomable ways. Lin Xitang was like this, and so was Empress Li.

Originally, the protective measures taken by Ning Song were not a problem. If anything happened to a princess, it would be a significant but not overly grave accusation. However, Xijiu refused to stay in the Hall of Heroes and managed to sneak to White City using some means. In essence, she sought her own demise. Even in White City, Ning Song assigned his most trusted guards to protect her.

But now, with the battle ongoing, even Ning Song himself was overwhelmed, let alone having the energy to take care of her. The guards he sent to protect her were all dead, and there was no one left to blame.

At this moment, the roars of the dark races echoed again. Ning Song strode away, heading to the frontline. Without him, neither the mercenaries nor the Zhao clan’s private army could withstand the assault of their opponents, who were bolstered by many powerful nobles.

As soon as he arrived at the frontline, the surrounding battlescape subtly shifted. The attacks from the dark races deviated, and their evasion became slower.

This was due to Ning Song’s domain influence, which disrupted the senses of the dark races. With him present, the combat strength of their side would double. This was also the reason why he was assigned the most warriors among the three defensive zones. In comparison, Qian Ye was better suited for solo combat, as his life-force plundering did not discriminate between friend and foe. And Jundu Zhao could perform well regardless of whether he had support or not.

At that moment, Ning Song’s body suddenly trembled as a powerful force descended from the sky, directly striking his domain. With this blow, Ning Song couldn’t help but spew a mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked ahead.

The dark warriors parted like a tidal wave, revealing the towering figure of Duke Dore. This duke from the peak of the mountains walked towards him step by step. Only absolute, overwhelming power could break through such a formidable defense.

Ning Song forced a bitter smile, then shook his head and sighed, “A pity.”

“What is a pity?” Dore did not immediately attack but instead inquired.

Ning Song looked at him and said, “You are injured, yet you still dare to fight. If it weren’t for your sheer numbers, you might not leave White City today.”

Dore remained unperturbed, replying calmly, “I too feel it is a pity. If not for today’s circumstances, perhaps in ten or twenty years, we could have had a thorough battle. But blame must be placed on your human race. You put all three of us on the gambling table, turning us into sacrifices. What else can be said? Time is almost up. Your primordial force is nearly depleted, and there is nowhere to escape. So, go in peace.”

Ning Song laughed long and hard, instinctively reaching for his gun, but found it missing. He turned and saw that only a few people remained, with the only guard still guarding Xijiu’s body.

At that moment, Bai Ootuo appeared, thrusting a war gun into Ning Song’s hand and said, “Make do with this. My back is yours.”

With that, she spread her sleeves wide and faced Dore.

Dore shook his head, saying, “Why this last-ditch effort?”

Bai Ootuo spread her hands and slowly assumed a strange posture, saying, “I have a deadly technique I’ve honed for ten years, but I’ve never had the chance to use it. Today is perfect. I shall give it to you!”

Dore’s face grew serious. At a glance, he could see that Bai Ootuo’s strike would burn her out, taking her enemy with her. With her power, just a hair’s breadth from a god general, if she decided to die, how terrifying would this strike be?

Bai Ootuo didn’t give Dore a chance to think, nor did she give others the opportunity to interfere. She let out a clear cry, and in a single step, she was in front of Dore, delivering a fist with a myriad of forces, striking straight at his chest!

Dore’s hair and beard stood on end. Instantly, he transformed into a werewolf, and with a devastating claw, he struck Bai Ootuo’s fist!

A muffled sound rang out, and the entire White City shook. In an instant, Qian Ye and Jundu Zhao, far away, turned their heads to look in that direction.

Bai Ootuo and Dore were at a stalemate, with invisible shockwaves radiating from them, spreading in all directions. Wherever the shockwaves passed, buildings crumbled layer by layer, as if they had been eroded by countless years. Those affected, whether mercenaries or dark races, stood frozen, their faces oddly pale with a tinge of death.

Three lines of blood surged across Bai Ootuo’s face. With a loud shout, her body burst into a mist of blood, and more blood trickled from her ears and nose. A surge of force flowed through her fist, breaking Dore’s grip and striking his chest!

Dore grunted, and a geyser of blood erupted from his back, shooting a light feather of a faint black hue. It turned out that he had been hit by Qian Ye’s Primordial Spear, which he had forcibly suppressed within his body. Now, under the full force of Bai Ootuo’s attack, all his old injuries were triggered.

He let out a long howl and leapt back, disappearing in an instant.

Bai Ootuo stood in place, covered in blood, emanating a killing aura, making everyone too afraid to approach.

The aftermath of her fight with Dore had cleared the area within a hundred meters, leaving none alive except for Ning Song and a handful of Eternal Night strongmen of earl rank or higher. Fortunately, most of the casualties were dark races, and only about a dozen mercenaries and Zhao clan soldiers were mistakenly killed.

Ning Song approached Bai Ootuo, intending to support her, but his hand froze mid-air. Bai Ootuo’s eyes were tightly closed, with two lines of blood dripping down. She seemed to be listening intently, but her ears were bleeding, and she could hear nothing.

Suddenly, her expression changed, and she looked up. Ning Song felt something as well and gazed in the same direction.

In the distance, a deep black battleship pierced through the clouds, descending from the sky. Long, ribbon-like tendrils waved from its sides, propelling it forward with each swing.

The battleship moved astonishingly fast, arriving outside White City in moments. Then, over a dozen figures flew from the deck, each exuding an extraordinary presence, all at least of earl rank!

Seeing the insignia on their robes, Ning Song paled and exclaimed, “Sword Bearers!”

The strongest unit directly under the Eternal Night Council was the Black Sun, and among the Black Sun, the strongest were the Sword Bearers. Aidan had been a five-star Sword Bearer. The ones appearing now all wore at least five stars on their robes!

The appearance of the Sword Bearers instantly plunged the situation into total despair. These Eternal Night strongmen could not be judged solely by their rank, as each was a genius like Aidan.

At this moment, the number and rank of the Sword Bearers were so high that it was almost an all-out mobilization, something that could not be done by just one or two major figures of the Eternal Night Council. Behind this action, there was likely the shadow of the Speaker or even the Sovereign of the Holy Mountain.

The Sword Bearers came from various races. Even traveling on the most advanced high-speed battleships of Eternal Night, it would take a considerable amount of time for them to reach the Floating Continent from their headquarters. Perhaps they had already set out when the battle on the Floating Continent began.

In a way, these Sword Bearers were as valuable as Dore, and perhaps even more so than Tigris. Passing the rigorous star ranking of the council proved that they not only had their current strength but also the potential to become dukes. Whether they continued to serve the council or handled their respective racial affairs, they would be the top pillars of the dark races.

What was the Eternal Night Council’s motive for this grand move?

The Sword Bearers moved swiftly, and before anyone could find an answer, they had already entered White City, heading straight for the city center. Their intention was to occupy the central hub and then divide and conquer the defenders.

However, at this point, the mercenaries in White City were few, and the Zhao clan’s private army was decimated. The purpose of these Sword Bearers was clear.

Before the Sword Bearers even landed, a flash of light shone in Qian Ye’s eyes, and the images of two Sword Bearers appeared in his pupils. Both were marquises. Caught in Qian Ye’s gaze, their movements became slightly sluggish.

Qian Ye seized the moment, unleashing his full power. With the Twin Flowers in hand, his light wings spread, and two faint ink-colored feathers shot straight into the foreheads of the two marquise Sword Bearers!

Even Dore, a duke, could barely suppress and not immediately nullify the Primordial Spear. How could a marquis withstand it? The two marquises didn’t even make a sound as they fell toward White City. While their companions managed to hover, the two marquises crashed to the ground, unmoving.

After firing two Primordial Spears, Qian Ye felt a wave of darkness before his eyes, his body feeling empty, and he wanted to fall into a deep sleep. Even as a Sword Bearer swung his sword at Qian Ye’s throat, he made no reaction.

In a critical moment, Qian Ye suddenly heard Jundu Zhao’s voice, “Qian Ye, come to me, void blink!”

Without thinking, Qian Ye instinctively activated the void blink. His figure flickered and reappeared beside Jundu Zhao. The Sword Bearer’s lethal sword strike missed.

Jundu Zhao placed his hand on Qian Ye’s shoulder, and eight streams of purple light flashed. Qian Ye suddenly felt numb, unable to move.

Startled, Qian Ye struggled, but his body was heavily restrained, unyielding. Even a casual slap from Jundu Zhao’s Eight Directions Sealing technique was immensely powerful, and in his exhausted state, Qian Ye couldn’t break free.

“Struggle any more, and you’ll hurt yourself,” Jundu Zhao warned sternly, and Qian Ye reluctantly calmed down.

Jundu Zhao looked at the Sword Bearers closing in, searching the area. “These men are here for me. How can I let them leave without a fight? Since they’ve come, they should not return.”

Jundu Zhao took the Heart Burying Gun from Qian Ye’s back and fired without aiming. A Sword Bearer fell.

Ignoring the result, Jundu Zhao kept moving the gun, firing rapidly, and the sound of gunfire echoed through the sky. Within range, no matter how the Sword Bearers changed their tactics, raised their domains, or retaliated, they could not escape Jundu Zhao’s fatal shots. One by one, the Sword Bearers fell.

Qian Ye was shocked and began struggling again. The Heart Burying Gun was a top-tier level nine gun; it wasn’t meant to be used like this!