Tuoba Ying, Tuoba Xiong

The situation was critical—urgent beyond measure. There was no room for the slightest hesitation or delay.

Feng Wu and Scarlet Flame exchanged a glance, each seeing unprecedented gravity and shock in the other's eyes.

Although they had been fiercely arguing and even blaming each other just moments ago, faced with an enemy invasion, their professional discipline and sense of responsibility as generals made them instantly set aside their personal grudges and enter combat mode.

They said no more and transformed into two streaks of light, one after the other, charging toward the eastern gate wall.

Yet Lin Ming remained where he was. He even leisurely adjusted his cuffs and brushed off dust that did not exist on his clothes, showing no intention of moving at all, as though the earth-shaking alarms and battle cries had nothing to do with him.

As General Scarlet Flame flew past, she caught sight of Lin Ming's relaxed posture from the corner of her eye. Panic rose in her heart, and she abruptly stopped in midair before turning back and shouting anxiously:

"Lin Ming! What are you standing around for? Hurry up! The enemy has broken in! We need your strength!"

Lin Ming stopped adjusting his clothes and raised his head expressionlessly. He casually glanced at the towering flames and energy fluctuations in the direction of the eastern gate, his voice as calm and still as an ancient well:

"Sorry, I'm injured, and I'm in a very bad mood right now. I don't feel like fighting. You can handle this sort of spotlight-grabbing, merit-stealing opportunity yourselves. Don't call me. I'm not interested."

General Scarlet Flame's expression instantly turned extremely ugly, as if she had swallowed a fly.

She knew Lin Ming's temper all too well. Once he put on that lifeless deadpan face, it meant