Global Floating Islands: I Have SSS Talent-Chapter 427 - 307: Bolt from the Blue! Annihilation Crisis! (Part 2)
"Dragging us?" Wu LingβEr asked. ππ«ππ²πππ―ππ¨π§ππ.ππ π¦
Han Xing replied, "Yes, because as you said, thereβs certainly more than this number of Legendary Powerhouses in the Shadow Legion."
"But why havenβt they appeared all at once?"
"If it were me, wanting to deal with a person or a force, I would undoubtedly do it with the most perfect posture and the most forceful means, sweeping like thunder."
"I would never give the enemy any opportunity."
"Since they havenβt done so, it shows that theyβre fearing something."
"Is there anything you Witch Race people have that the Shadow Legion fears?"
Hearing this, Wu LingβEr fell into thought.
She couldnβt help but murmur, "An existence to be feared..."
"Could it be the Lord Saint Master?"
Han Xing had also heard about the existence of the Witch Race Saint Master, but he had never appeared.
At this time, he couldnβt help but ask, "Where exactly has your Saint Master gone?"
Wu LingβEr replied, "The Saint Master, during that war decades ago, dragged the Shadow Monarch into the Chaotic Void, and has not come out since."
"But we can be sure that the Saint Master is still alive."
"He sometimes sends messages to the High Priest, informing him of his recent situation."
Han Xing asked, "So when was the last time the Saint Master sent a message to the High Priest?"
Wu LingβEr had a look of contemplation in her eyes, then seemed to remember something, "It seems it was just half a month ago, when the Shadow Legend invaded in full force!"
"Since then, the Saint Master has not sent any more messages to the High Priest, and the High Priest canβt reach him!"
Her voice was tinged with a tremor.
The more she spoke, the paler Wu LingβErβs face became.
"Brother Han Xing, I want to go and explain this situation to the High Priest to see if he can contact the Lord Saint Master."
Han Xing nodded, "Go ahead."
However, before they could hang up the phone.
In the sky.
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound.
Crack!
Like a bolt of lightning in a clear sky, suddenly splitting the heavens open!
The sky above the Witch Race suddenly appeared with cracks.
As if a mirror was suddenly shattered at this moment!
At the same time, with a sound of cracking.
The sky... broke!
It truly broke!
Rumble!
Lightning and thunder, thick clouds gathered.
At this moment.
In the hearts of a billion Witch Race people, it seemed as if a sense of something had appeared.
As if an important presence suddenly departed at this moment.
The hollow feeling made them feel as if a piece of their heart was missing.
"Swish..."
At this moment, the sky suddenly poured down a torrent of rain.
Accompanied by lightning and thunder.
Numerous Witch Race people came out of their homes, kneeling on the ground and crying aloud.
Watching the chaos on the Witch Race Sky Island below.
Han Xing frowned and asked, "LingβEr, what happened?"
This time, Wu LingβEr did not answer immediately.
A moment later, she replied with a trembling voice.
"Brother Han Xing... the... the Saint Master is dead!"
Buzz!
This statement struck Han Xingβs head like a bolt from the blue.
The Witch Race Saint Master is dead!
That confirmed peerless powerhouse with Demigod strength is dead...
Died so suddenly, without any forewarning.
And this also confirmed Han Xingβs speculation.
The Shadow Legion dragging the Witch Race powerhouses recently was truly concentrating its power to deal with their Saint Master!
An oppressive gloom suddenly enveloped his heart.
A strong sense of crisis pervaded his body.
Han Xing suddenly lifted his head, staring dazedly at the sky.
...
Meanwhile.
In the entire Holy Spirit Realm, many terrifying existences at this moment felt a sense of something in their hearts.
In the distant Elf Kingdom, a man in a white robe and elegant demeanor instantly appeared in mid-air.
He stared blankly in the direction of the Witch Race, murmuring, "Helas..."
"Have you really fallen?"
In the Dwarf Kingdom and the Giant Kingdom.
A massive, mountain-like figure, and another the size of a dwarf, were engaged in a spectacular battle.
The massive war axe capable of splitting mountains clashed with the big hammer in the Dwarfβs hand, emitting dull collision sounds.
Clang!
At the collisionβs center, space cracks appeared once again.
The two retreated upon contact, then both withdrew their hands.
The Dwarf waved his black iron hammer, frowning, "Big Bear, Helas, seems to be dead."
Opposite, the muscular Giant covered in fur nodded, "Dead."
"Boloma, letβs cease this battle for now."
The Dwarf had no objections.
Then, they both stood in place, gazing toward the Witch Race Territory.
Meanwhile, in the Sky Island Forest, Beastman Kingdom, and even the Path of the Giant Dragon...
Those powerhouses all felt a sense of something arise in their hearts.
The death of a Demigod Level powerhouse had not occurred in the Holy Spirit Realm for many years.
Even if their relationship with the Witch Race isnβt too good.
At this moment, these powerhouses all felt a sense of lament for the death of such a powerful being.
However, the ones hit the hardest were the Witch Race people.
At this moment.
Han Xing, from the Communication Jade, heard the tremor and sadness in Wu LingβErβs voice.
Before this, even if the Shadow Legion forced the Witch Race to the brink multiple times, with devastating losses.
But they all knew.
As long as the Witch Race Saint Master was there, the Witch Race would never fall.
But now, the existence that supported their belief had suddenly fallen today.
This is harder to accept than the sky collapsing.
Han Xing was just about to open his mouth to comfort Wu LingβEr.
The next moment, he lifted his head dazedly.
In the sky, out of those shattered spaces, suddenly appeared vast black clouds.
Upon closer inspection, those were not clouds at all.
But countless billions of the Shadow Legion!
At this moment, Han Xing slapped his thigh, exclaiming, "This is it! This is the true purpose of the Shadow Legion!"
"Previously, they were deterred by the existence of the Witch Race Saint Master, so they hadnβt exerted full force."
"Now, with the Saint Masterβs demise, the Shadow Legion finally shows its fangs!"
At this time.
Below, Cheng Jianyong and others had also received the news of the Saint Masterβs death.
They found Han Xing at the first opportunity.
With such an event, everyoneβs faces were quite grave.
Shen Yun asked, "Brother Xing, what do we do now?"
"The Shadow Legion is coming on strong, this scale, Iβm afraid only here within the Witch Race domain can stand it."
Shen Yun was right.
This time, the Shadow Legionβs number of monsters exceeded expectations.
The main city of the Witch Race could only stand against it with the coordination of Han Xingβs Ten Thousand Stars City defense towers.
Otherwise, it was impossible to fend off the impact of such many legendary-level monsters.
In Han Xingβs mind, ideas flashed by quickly, analyzing the current situation.
"Now itβs indeed troublesome, the entire Witch Race faces more severe extinction crisis than ever."
"The Shadow Legion is craftier than we imagined!"
"Now all their monsters, including those legendary powerhouses, will be out in force against us!"
"But the more dangerous thing is still on LingβErβs side."
"After comparing saving some Witch Race civilians, I am more inclined to go to join the battle on the frontier first."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yun furrowed his brows and fell silent.
Because Han Xingβs decision meant that they had to participate in a rescue mission at the frontier rather than protecting the main city of the Witch Race.
He nodded, "Alright."
"Although itβs very harsh, itβs true, we are unable to determine the turning point in such a large-scale war."
"If we are surrounded by those legendary-level monsters, we wonβt stand a chance!"
"The hope of breaking the current crisis lies in the frontier!"
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