Rather than choosing spatial teleportation, Ling, who had regained her body, activated her flight device.
She flew directly through the night sky above Beijing.
Without activating temperature control, wind resistance, or any other functions, she used it so brutally. The cold night wind lashed her soft pale-golden hair, while Beijing's sea of lights below was beautiful and prosperous.
But ever since leaving MoShui LinLang, Ling's mind had been filled with the scenes Shui Linlang had shown her.
Beneath the black sky, blazing flames swept across the land. The prosperous ancient city became ash and ruins, and crimson waves of fire surged outward, spreading into a searing red earth a hundred thousand meters away.
Thinking of that scene weighed heavily on her heart. Ling clenched her hand slightly as she thought of the figure she had seen in the illusion.
Although he, holding that Golden Spear, had been incomparably powerful,
Still!
What kind of enemies would he have to face on a battlefield of that scale?
Her emotions were too chaotic to describe, and her anxiety felt as though she were being roasted over flames. Even the freezing high-altitude currents could not cool it.
Not caring about her direction at all, Ling flew through the sky without even looking.
Something was wrong.
She had not noticed it at first, but this was far too abnormal.
For a participant who had awakened less than half a year ago, everything he had encountered was far too abnormal.
Any other participant should still have been competing with opponents of the same level for rewards in scenarios, while in reality trying to use their abilities to change their lives.
They would be savoring the feeling of rising in social standing through their strength, while regarding the vast world of Night Battle with awe and longing.