The group of individuals from various races who came to rescue the Ascendants were no weaklings themselves; especially the white-robed man wielding the sword, whose cultivation level surpassed even the leader of the Ancient Race.
Clearly, this rescue mission was not going to be a major issue.
However, what puzzled Lin Fan was the nagging suspicion that if every time an Ascendant arrived, the Ancients were simply slaughtered, then this situation seemed too fake to be true.
“This doesn’t make sense. Even if the Ancients were foolish, they wouldn’t allow the Daqian races to succeed every single time,” Lin Fan muttered to himself while hiding in the shadows, carefully observing the situation ahead.
“Hmm, these Ancients seem surprisingly calm,” Lin Fan noted as he studied their expressions. Unlike the panic he had seen when he first ascended and encountered a sudden attack by the Daqian races, these Ancients appeared composed, as if they were in complete control of the situation.
“I know that person—Bai Yichen from the Sword Realm. He’s extremely powerful, at the peak of the Qing Tian realm,” Xia Zehua observed while watching the scene unfold.
Lin Fan opened the wanted list and searched for the name, surprised by the high ranking he found.
Although not at the very top, the ranking was still within the top six hundred thousand. Compared to Lin Fan’s own ranking in the millions, it was far beyond his reach.
“It seems like we won’t have much to do here. Bai Yichen’s sword techniques are unmatched; even among the Sword Race, he’s well-known. Lin Ge, should we retreat or just watch?” Mu Liang asked.
“Let’s watch for now…” Lin Fan replied, somewhat不服气.
Unmatched reputation? When he, the young master, grows powerful, he will definitely shake the eight directions and surpass even that so-called unmatched reputation.
The Ascendants trapped in the prison didn’t know what was happening, but upon seeing that rescuers had arrived, they naturally felt overjoyed.
Especially when they sensed the powerful auras radiating from these rescuers, their spirits were greatly uplifted.
In the lower realms, they were unrivaled overlords, proud and arrogant. But now, the people coming to rescue them were far more powerful than them, causing a sudden sense of loss within their hearts.
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“It’s started… it’s started,” Mu Liang whispered excitedly.
Bai Yichen’s sword radiated divine light, and his unparalleled sword intent filled the heavens and earth. Compared to Lin Fan’s sword intent, it was infinitely more powerful—on a completely different level.
“This is not scientific…” Lin Fan thought to himself, puzzled by how easily the Daqian races were dominating the battle.
Of course, Lin Fan didn’t hope for the rescuers to be wiped out by the Ancients, but the battle was proceeding too smoothly.
Could it be that he had overthought this? Were those Ancients genuinely foolish instead of pretending?
“Buzz…”
Just then, the entire void trembled violently, and even Lin Fan and the others could feel this immense pressure.
“He’s here…” Lin Fan’s expression turned serious. As he had suspected, this time, the Ancients would definitely not be as weak as last time.
At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and thick black clouds filled the void. Within the pitch-black clouds, a rift in space suddenly appeared.
From that spatial rift surged an immense, desolate aura, accompanied by a thunderous sound that echoed across the void.
“Haha, finally here! I’ve been waiting for you all for a long time.”
A pitch-black figure emerged from the spatial rift. This Ancient was far more powerful than the others.
With a single roar of fury, even the Ascendants imprisoned within the cells were sent reeling, blood pouring from their seven orifices, their spirits nearly shattered.
“So strong…” Even from such a distance, Lin Fan could feel his blood boiling.
“This time, it’s a tragedy,” Lin Fan sighed. These people were likely doomed.
“Huang Tian realm, early stage.”
At this level of cultivation, Lin Fan didn’t even want to consider fighting. The gap was simply too vast to be bridged.
The Xuan Huang World was not like the Gu Sheng World.
In Xuan Huang, although the will of heaven and earth was formidable, it was likely no more than a ten-thousandth of that in Gu Sheng.
Lin Fan being able to defeat opponents one level above him was already extraordinary. To now challenge someone three minor realms higher, crossing a major cultivation boundary—this was simply a pipe dream.
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At this moment, Bai Yichen’s expression changed drastically. He hadn’t expected an Ancient Race commander to appear this time.
Moreover, this Ancient’s strength was a full realm higher than his own.
“Everyone, retreat first,” Bai Yichen said, his normally resolute face showing a hint of concern. His seven-foot-long sword, wrapped in swirling sword intent, blocked the entire path.
“Bai Yichen, of the Sword Race, has slaughtered countless Ancients and committed countless crimes. Daring to come here this time is nothing but seeking your own deaths,” the Ancient commander stepped forward, his powerful aura erupting.
“This place has been surrounded by a heavenly net. No one is leaving.”
Instantly, the canyon echoed with roars as hordes of Ancients surrounded the area, forming a deadly encirclement.
The Ascendants, who had been filled with excitement moments ago, now fell into despair upon seeing this situation.
Though their wills were strong, their last hope was now vanishing. In their eyes, falling into the hands of these dark, hideous creatures meant certain doom.
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“Lin Ge, we should retreat now. There’s nothing we can do anymore,” Mu Liang said, his earlier excitement completely gone as he looked at the Ancients.
The disparity in strength was just too great. Charging in now wouldn’t be bravery—it would be sheer stupidity.
“Lin Ge, there’s truly no chance,” Xia Zehua added.
Though Lin Fan listened to the words of the so-called “Justice Squad,” watching the unfolding scene stirred a strange, uneasy feeling within him.
But even with that uneasy feeling, he knew that with his current strength, there was no hope at all. Charging in would only mean certain death.
Why did these words—”justice” and “righteousness”—feel so strange? Who the hell had come up with them?
In the Xuan Huang World, he had always been a righteous youth, ready to help others in need, ready to fight even against overwhelming odds.
Yet now, watching this unfold and doing nothing felt like a betrayal of his own character.
But how could he help?
This question left Lin Fan stumped.
On the battlefield, Bai Yichen was steadily being pushed back, barely holding his ground.
Though sword cultivators were known for their indomitable spirit, being defeated so quickly after appearing was still pitiful.
“Lin Ge, let’s go. The saying goes, ‘A gentleman bides his time for revenge.’ One day, we will defeat these Ancients. For now, we are outmatched. Retreating is not cowardice—it’s strategy,” Xia Zehua, seeing Lin Fan hesitating, assumed he was reluctant to leave and tried to comfort him.
“That’s right, Lin Ge. The captain is absolutely right. We all know you’re not afraid of death, but the gap in strength is just too great. Charging in now would be suicide,” Mu Liang added.
“Quiet…” Lin Fan waved his hand.
Right now, the scene before him was a rare opportunity. As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold. If he missed this chance, it might truly be gone forever.
“Right…” Suddenly, inspiration struck Lin Fan as he thought of a brilliant plan.
A plan that could even achieve two goals with one move.
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