At the sound of that voice, the Crescent Moon Lineage, already steeped in despair, abruptly raised their heads.
Cradled in his wife's arms and barely clinging to life, Ling Zhijing suddenly lifted his head and cried out tremblingly, "Th-Third Brother!"
In an instant...
Ling Jianpu froze. Nearly everyone in the Crescent Moon Lineage froze as well.
Hadn't Ling Zhixin and Ling Jianxing, uncle and nephew, been sent into the Evil Crescent River? How could they be here?
Ling Zhisui was equally dumbfounded. Following the voice, he saw a streak of light blast over.
As the streak of light appeared, Ling Zhixin's figure came to a halt before the Crescent Moon Lineage. He was still clad in the various weapons and divine armor Sikong Jing had given him, his eyes brimming with killing intent and fighting spirit.
Not a trace of the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Bloodline remained in him. There was only the aura of an ancient Heavenly Emperor bloodline.
The aura of Super Divine Martial pressed down upon the Straight Wind Lineage with terrifying force.
Ling Zhisui's eyes widened as he stupidly asked, "Ling Zhixin, y-you-you... how are you here?"
He was just as bewildered. Wasn't Ling Zhixin in the Evil Crescent River?
Hadn't his cousin already gouged out his eyes? How the hell had he suddenly appeared here?
Ling Zhixin answered with icy coldness, "Why can't I be here? If I hadn't been cultivating in seclusion deep within the Wasteland, if I hadn't only just sensed Crescent Moon Town's crisis, would your Straight Wind Lineage have had this chance?"
As his voice fell, everyone was stunned once more.
Whether they were from Crescent Moon or Straight Wind, none of them really understood what the hell Ling Zhixin was talking about.
What did he mean, cultivating in seclusion deep within the