"Are you really going to attack a city?"
Ling Pianran stared at Lin Xuan with her beautiful wide eyes, disbelief filling them.
"With such a good opportunity before us, if we don't attack a city now, when will we?"
Lin Xuan frowned and shot back.
At present, the battle along the front lines had grown even larger than when they had left, with both sides dispatching vast numbers of beings as reinforcements.
Relatively speaking, the other areas of both sides' front lines were rather thinly defended.
"Hurry up. Once Ming Zhanyuan makes his move and captures Mi Jian, we won't have such a good opportunity anymore."
Lin Xuan immediately urged her on.
Mi Jian was naturally the Gray-White Old Hou. Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran had only just learned his name through a transmission from Pure Yang Heaven.
"Attacking a city..."
Ling Pianran's expression was somewhat blank.
During periods of Dark Unrest, which city assault had not involved the collision of at least two Cities of Fallen Immortals?
Although she and Lin Xuan had already counted as succeeding once at the front lines earlier, that did not mean everything would go smoothly afterward.
In her view, the risk was still far too great.
"Stop sighing and move!"
Lin Xuan grabbed Ling Pianran and shot into the sky.
Ling Pianran froze for a moment, then a wry smile appeared at the corners of her lips. Still, she began to unleash Pure Yang Light, swiftly concealing both their figures.
Long afterward, Mi Luo Xiu and Mi Jian, who were battling at the front lines, both shuddered, confusion appearing in their eyes.
The two even suspected they were hallucinating. How could a vanished sensation reappear? They could not help but sense carefully once more.
Yet after confirming it, their gazes became even more