Burn, Descendants!
The Night King Alliance members protecting Ye Xingchen also realized what was happening. When they instinctively turned back, every one of them widened their eyes.
In the starry sky beyond the encirclement, colossal Starry Sky Warships forged ahead, Modified Speakers traveled amid them, and well-equipped Martial Dao practitioners of all kinds followed behind.
Especially...
The Eternal Ship was among them.
Jun Changxiao sat proudly at the bow, looking every bit like the supreme commander amid ten thousand troops. The sight was utterly earth-shaking.
"This is..."
Disbelief filled Zhongli Ziyan's eyes.
At first glance, the incoming warships looked no different from the Demon Emperor's vessels, and she thought reinforcements had arrived. But upon closer inspection, she discovered that they had all been modified to varying degrees, with the two words "Eternal" neatly engraved upon them.
"The Eternal Sect?" one of the higher-ups asked.
"That's right, the Eternal Sect." Ye Xingchen paused, then said, "My sect. My support!"
After speaking, he slung the Modified Speaker over his shoulder and pressed the play button with immense pride.
"Riding the winds and clouds, I charged wherever I pleased as all looked up to me!"
"Riding the winds and clouds, I never needed to look back!"
"Turning heaven and earth upside down, I alone wrote the laws of my sovereign self!"
"This fierce wild wolf, its gaze flashing!"
"..."
The blood-boiling music resounded through the Cosmic Starry Sky, and the Night King Alliance subordinates guarding nearby could barely stop themselves from jumping along with it.
The melody passed through layer upon layer of space, entering the warships and mechas, entering the ears of the accompanying fellow disciples.
For a moment.
Everyone smiled.
"Whoosh!" Jun Changxiao rose to his feet, pointed at the Demon Emperor's warships, and roared with bulging veins, "Blast those bastards!"