Qin Shuanglian's voice was hoarse from shouting, her emotions running high. It held who knew how much bitterness, pain, grief, and hope, stirring Meng Qi and the others—who had only just arrived and had yet to understand the situation—with a deep shock. It seemed they had suddenly gained a clear understanding of the danger posed by the Nine Abysses rifts and the surging Demonic Tide.
That was torment that would never end, whether for a thousand years or ten thousand. That was the numbness of living in a bleak, oppressive darkness without knowing whether there would be a tomorrow!
After exchanging a glance with Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu, and Zhao Heng, Meng Qi saw the same feelings in their eyes, as well as the same doubts. They seemed to know them. One had called them "World-Saving Yuan Emperor Wonderful and Supreme God," while another had called them seniors. This was clearly not groundless.
Was this Six Paths' doing, or was it related to the "reputation in various worlds" he had been deliberately reminded of earlier?
"Senior, please save us!"
"Save this world!"
Qin Shuanglian's pleas continued, leaving Qin Shuanghua and the other prisoners dumbstruck. Meng Qi's thoughts turned, and he stepped forward, saying in a deep voice, "We came precisely because of the Demonic Tide. Miss, let's talk this through calmly."
Really? Though her emotions were agitated, Meng Qi's voice still reached Qin Shuanglian's ears without obstruction. She raised her head, tear tracks covering both cheeks, her eyes veiled by a watery sheen as strange radiance burst from within them.
Had the Lord of Six Paths Samsara finally shown mercy and sent super experts who had survived three or four Death Missions to save this world?
Qin Shuanglian was both shocked and delighted, tossing and turning in agitation, her eyes