A Grim Battle! Fighting for Survival While He Watched Coldly from the Bow! Another incense stick's worth of time passed.
The Samsara Ferry had shrunk from its initial width of several dozen zhang to less than fifteen zhang.
More than half the Six Paths of Reincarnation patterns on the hull had dimmed. The once-mighty imperial might had thinned to a gauzy haze, and several fine threads of golden sword light had even pierced the ferry's defenses, leaving deep gashes across the deck.
Every gash was like a sharp knife stabbing viciously into the hearts of all the Immortal Kings.
Lu Qingyun and the Immortal King Qingming stood side by side at the bow, their gazes cold and indifferent.
He silently swept his eyes over the Immortal Kings huddled together within the ferry, their faces deathly pale. He said nothing, merely turned around slowly and looked once more toward the endless ocean of golden sword light ahead.
Yet that single glance made every Immortal King present shudder inwardly!
A chill instantly swept through their entire bodies!
The ferry was getting smaller, and its imperial might was weakening... Lu Qingyun was about to reach his limit!
With so many people, there was no way he could protect them all!
If they wanted to live, someone had to die!
The more people he protected, the greater the cost.
The only way to improve their odds of escape was... to reduce their numbers!
Like venomous snakes, those thoughts instantly slithered into the mind of every Immortal King.
No one spoke.
The world of chaotic sword light was utterly silent. Only the faint shriek of the ferry cleaving through the sword light, along with the increasingly ragged breaths of the Immortal Kings, could be heard.
Suddenly!
A dark figure sprang into action!
"Get down there!"