Requesting Aid
In a place shrouded in mist, rows of wooden eagle banners rose and fell at varying heights throughout the Immortal Army's camp, their layers sharply defined. Some of the banners bore the character Xiao.
Lin Xingshan, Jia Lingjiang, and Jia Linghe flew swiftly toward the camp, their faces dark as they entered.
"Stop! Identify yourselves!" A force of several dozen immortals rose into the air and shouted at the three men.
"How dare you! I am Deputy Immortal Commissioner Lin. You dare obstruct me?" Lin Xingshan glared furiously. He had suffered a crushing defeat at Lu Xiaotian's hands, and regarded it as a deep humiliation. Losing to a famous True Immortal from one of the immortal domains would have been one thing, but to be publicly humiliated like this by an elder of the Yunxia Immortal Sect—if he didn't reclaim his standing, how could he ever show his face in this region again?
Yet after Lu Xiaotian had slapped him again and again until his head spun, Lin Xingshan had not lost all sense. He knew that the three of them were no match for that man from the East.
He needed someone stronger to step in before he could wash away his shame. Lin Xingshan's mind was full of schemes to take revenge on his opponent. He had made his way straight into the Immortal Army's camp, never expecting that these lowly immortals would dare block his path.
"Immortal Commissioner Xiao has ordered that even the governor must prove his identity before entering. Otherwise, he will be treated as a demon bandit breaking into camp." The immortal at the head of the group remained unmoved by Lin Xingshan's stern expression. He slowly raised his left hand, and hundreds of massive crossbows below aimed at the three men