Chapter 259: Island Incursion
“Is that everyone?” Li Lang cried out, no longer caring if anyone overheard them. It was no longer the time to care if people found out about his students. They were just as likely to assume they were his acquaintances as well. Either way, the growing intensity of the fighting happening in the distance made the situation too urgent for Li Lang to care.
“Yep, Wu San was the last one.”
The mentors and students looked to inspect their own group for a few moments.
“Okay, everyone in! It’ll be cramped, but bear with it.”
Everyone rushed in as instructed, but instead of cramming into the Skyrunner as onlookers would expect, they were entering into the Crucible one by one. Li Lang had the entrance up inside. He was the last to board and instantly stowed his Spirit-grade artifact away.
As they gained in altitude, they got a better view of the battle in the distance. It was hard to miss. Half the sky was covered in dark clouds that were slowly but surely encroaching toward the island. A colorful array of Qi arts could be seen on display, as they nimbly twirled around in the air, trying to bypass enemy defenses. Occasionally, explosions could be heard as well.
From the sound alone, I can almost mistake this for a scene in a historical war movie.
Li Lang, Wei Ping, and Long Yi were the only ones remaining on the Skyrunner, and they all silently stared at the ongoing clash. None of them said anything as they swiftly flew back to the city. It was where the Sword Saint instructed his guests to go, and who were they to do otherwise?
There was a nonzero chance they would be intercepted if they tried to escape from the island. It would depend on what the objective of the attackers was, but they didn’t know that either. Trying to flee was literally gambling with their lives, especially when a powerful Spirit Divide Realm cultivator saw fit to take control of the scene. The trio had visited enough cultivator cities to know hidden fortifications in the form of formations likely defended them.
With their current strength, all they could do was wait out the storm.
“Lighten up, guys,” Long Yi suddenly declared as he smacked each of his friends on the back. “Last I heard, representatives from almost every single notable faction within Violet Isle are here. What could possibly beat them?”
“Maybe main-mainlanders? Or a large coalition o-of feral demonic cultivators? It c-could even be members of the hundred races.”