Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 697

Chapter 697: The Chaos Chapter 697: The Chaos In a desolate mountain, many miles from the Divine Kunlun sect, a massive flying spaceship materialized.

A group of individuals emerged from the spacecraft.

Dongfang Moqing’s fastest spaceship, capable of traversing the vast distance between the Superior Domain and the Inner Domain in just two days, had arrived.

“I’ll go first!” Huang Bai Xing exclaimed as soon as the ship landed on the ground.

She summoned her ice sword and prepared to fly to the nearby city in the Divine Kunlun sect, with plans to venture into the Outer Domain.

“Wait,” Shenlian Yingyue intervened, halting Huang Bai Xing’s departure.

“What’s wrong?” Huang Bai Xing asked, her face a picture of icy tension.

Since the day she had confided in her father, Huang Donghai, she had treated him with sincerity and reverence.

Her concern for him now was palpable.

She couldn’t stand the thought of him being hurt by anyone.

She was very worried now.

“Take this,” said Shenlian Yingyue as she took out a teleportation scroll from the Ethereal Small World and handed it to Huang Bai Xing.

Huang Bai Xing’s expression softened imperceptibly.

Without uttering a word of thanks, she took the scroll from Shenlian Yingyue’s hand.

The depth in her eyes was like a seemingly bottomless abyss, its true extent unknown.

Shenlian Yingyue felt a shiver run down her spine at Huang Bai Xing’s piercing gaze.

Diyu’s eyes narrowed as he watched.

Dongfang Moqing remained indifferent, continuing to work on his abacus, while Ji Fulin leaned lazily against the tree.

Meanwhile, Shenlian Yingyue’s face grew increasingly weird and wary.

Just as Shenlian Yingyue’s expression became even more rigid, Huang Bai Xing suddenly turned around and ripped open the teleportation scroll, disappearing from view in an instant.

Shenlian Yingyue: “…” What everyone failed to notice was that Huang Bai Xing had summoned her ice sword before handing the teleportation scroll to her, and had already left one of the strongest warriors from her Shadow Army to protect Shenlian Yingyue in the shadows.

Her instructions were: “Protect her; if she gets hurt, I won’t keep you.” The Shadow Army was accustomed to Huang Bai Xing’s ruthless yet affectionate leadership to someone she cared.

Shenlian Yingyue and the others remained oblivious to the Shadow Army’s presence, but Xiao Yun noticed.

He gazed in the direction Huang Bai Xing had departed, his rainbow-colored eyes deepening with an unknown emotion.

“A’Yu, follow our plan,” Shenlian Yingyue instructed Diyu, who wore an exquisite mask covering his entire face.

“Yue’er…if you get hurt, I won’t forgive them,” Diyu said seriously.

Shenlian Yingyue nodded and turned to look at the two individuals who seemed to be mere background decorations, with no intention of taking action except to follow her like two tails.

She stopped looking at them and took out a black cloak and a butterfly mask, which she put on.

Her black hair turned white under the curious gaze of those around her.

She didn’t explain herself and summoned the magic fan given to her by Xiong Zi Ying before rushing off to the Divine Kunlun Sect.

As it turned out, the situation was worse than she had anticipated, but at least it didn’t end in tragedy like the event she had read about in the novel.

There were many corpses, and most of the righteous cultivators suffered heavy injuries.

But not many died.

Thanks to the secret letters they received from a certain “Old Man,” who kindly warned them to prepare themselves for the upcoming battle with the evil cultivators.

At first, they did not believe in the content of the letters, thinking that someone was pretending to be mysterious and plotting something to deceive them.

However, later, some of them began to have a bad premonition, and they started to prepare themselves in case something bad would really happen.

Those who had well-prepared and believed in Shenlian Yingyue’s letters were able to rescue their people and homes from being annihilated and ruined by the evil cultivators.

On the other hand, some of those who laughed and underestimated Shenlian Yingyue’s words suffered tragedy.

A large number of their people were killed, and their places were occupied by the evil cultivators.

This was not the ending.

The evil cultivators became more and more violent, irritating and wondering how the righteous cultivators knew that they were going to seize power in this continent.

Su Bingwen, the Sect Leader of the Purple Amethyst Sect, along with other sect leaders, patriarchs, elders from other forces, sect disciples, and everyone were busy fighting hard, struggling to defend their people and themselves.

They showed no fear and charged forward, remembering how they received their education since they were born.

They were born to be righteous cultivators, dying to protect their home, this entire planet, and prevent the evils and demons from committing treacherous acts lawlessly here.

This was the fourth day that everyone had been fighting against the evil cultivators.

Fortunately, everyone was well-prepared, making it difficult for the evil cultivators to complete their mission of seizing all forces in the Yellow Planet.

The evil cultivators had to delay their plan with anger and send news to their people to come with more reinforcements to help them since these righteous cultivators were not fuel-lamp efficient and weak.

They worked very well in groups, well united, and cooperated with each other tactically, which made it easier for them to resist the power of the evil cultivators.

On the contrary, the evil cultivators were disdainful of working together.

They were arrogant, preferred to work alone, and acted on their own, which gave the righteous cultivators an opportunity to fight back despite the fact that their powers were weaker than those of the evil factions.

Even so, the difference in strength between the two sides was evident, showing that sooner or later, the righteous factions would really have to die under these evil’s hands and give up their powers and freedoms to submit to these evils.

This was what Shenlian Yingyue saw and understood once she arrived at Great Mount Kunlun Mountain.

She did not directly show up but silently observed everything.

Her breath was well-hidden, which no one noticed.

Not to mention that her cultivation levels were not inferior to those of these people at all.

“Master,” Xiao Yun on her shoulder called out.

Just as she was about to respond to him, someone interrupted her response.