Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14438 Can We Hold On?

Unlike the sporadic, probing attacks of the past, this time the Tianyuan forces were like a sleeping behemoth that had been fully awakened, finally revealing their hidden and terrifying true strength in its entirety.

From the perspective of sheer numbers, the sheer number of soldiers Tianyuan has dispatched this time is simply beyond imagination.

The countless soldiers surged forward like a tidal wave bursting its banks.

Their footsteps were deafening, as if the earth itself trembled; each step was firm and powerful, displaying an indomitable spirit.

In terms of troop quality, the difference is even more stark.

These elite soldiers, clad in star-studded armor, resembled war gods who had stepped out of mythology.

The powerful aura emanating from them, like a tangible pressure, permeated the air, causing everything around them to stand in solemn silence.

That aura contained boundless killing intent and determination, as if they could instantly transform into sharp blades and tear the enemy to shreds at a single command.

In contrast, the Batian Empire's garrison was completely overwhelmed and unable to breathe under the influence of this powerful aura.

Faced with this overwhelming pressure, the defenders of the Overlord Empire were momentarily panicked.

Their eyes were filled with fear and unease, a deep dread of the unknown death.

Every soldier's face was filled with tension and fear, as if they had already sensed that a fierce and bloody battle was about to begin.

Their hands and feet began to tremble involuntarily, and their grip on their weapons became less firm, causing a slight sense of panic to set in from their once orderly ranks.

In the vast and boundless sky, the clouds that were originally drifting leisurely seemed to be infected by the extremely tense atmosphere.

They were no longer as light and free as usual, moving with the wind. Instead, they slowed their drifting pace and, as if frozen in place, hovered quietly in mid-air, seemingly watching the great battle that was about to take place below with solemnity.

Ji Mingkong stood there quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain peak.

However, beneath her seemingly calm exterior, she could hardly conceal the turbulent anxiety churning within her heart.

Her gaze was fixed on the three colossal ships in the distance, each as massive as a mountain, her eyes revealing a deep sense of worry and vigilance.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, like two unbreakable knots, telling of the heaviness in her heart.

The three colossal ships exuded a cold and majestic aura, like three giant beasts from the abyss, carrying world-destroying power, and were slowly but firmly approaching the Overlord Empire.

Their hulls are enormous, every line exuding a cold and hard feel, as if they were cast from the strongest steel.

The various weapons and equipment on the ship gleamed coldly, like the fangs of a giant beast, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any moment.

Ji Mingkong's eyes were filled with worry, a worry that surged like a turbulent tide.

Her eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and despair, as if she could already see the tragic end of the Overlord Empire in this war.

The worry seemed ready to burst forth at any moment, overwhelming her completely.

At this moment, the Overlord Empire is facing the most severe crisis in its history.

These three giant ships represent not only a powerful military force, but also the imminent arrival of annihilation.

They are like three Damocles' swords hanging over the head of the Overlord Empire, ready to fall at any moment and shatter the entire empire into pieces.

If we are defeated in this war, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The people of the Overlord Empire will be plunged into misery, countless families will be torn apart, beautiful homes will be destroyed by war, and the former prosperity and peace will vanish like a bubble.

The entire empire may be plunged into endless darkness and chaos, never to recover.

Batian City, a bustling metropolis that shines like a bright pearl on the earth, was once a sacred place that many people dreamed of, carrying countless people's beautiful dreams and fervent hopes.

Its towering pavilions, every brick and stone embodies the wisdom and hard work of the craftsmen.

The well-arranged streets and alleys are filled with the warmth and everyday life of the people.

However, all of this is now in grave danger, about to be reduced to ruins by the relentless ravages of war.

Those exquisite buildings, once masterpieces of art and symbols of urban prosperity, now resemble flickering candles in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Those bustling streets, once teeming with people and traffic, brimming with life and energy, will now be swallowed up by the flames of war, becoming deathly silent. Everything will be gone, leaving only desolation and bleakness.

The entire Batian Empire, this land that once flourished and stood proudly in the world throughout the long river of time, was once a paradise where people lived and worked in peace and contentment, a palace where culture and economy complemented each other.

But now, it is highly likely that it will be ruthlessly devoured by Tianyuan's greedy forces, which are as hungry as wolves.

The Tianyuan forces, like wolves and tigers, have long coveted the wealth and power of the Batian Empire. They attempt to incorporate this land into their own territory, making it a sacrifice for their expansionist ambitions and their desire to dominate the world.

Once the Overlord Empire falls, countless people will become prisoners, losing their freedom and dignity.

The once glorious culture will be trampled upon, and the brilliant civilization will be dimmed.

"Can we hold out?"

Ji Mingkong couldn't help but mutter to herself softly, the sound as faint as a leaf falling in the wind, almost audible only to herself.

Her eyes were filled with worry and confusion, as if she were in an endless darkness, unable to find a way forward.

Her fingertips were slightly white from clenching her fists so tightly, and the veins beneath her fair skin were clearly visible, as if they were under immense pressure and could burst at any moment.

Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, leaving shocking bloody marks.

However, she felt no pain at all. At this moment, her heart was already shrouded in the shadow of war, and all her attention was focused on the fate of the Overlord Empire.

Her heart was filled with confusion and unease, like a small boat tossed about in a storm, not knowing how the war would end, or what the future held for the Overlord Empire.

Will they be able to rise from the ashes in a desperate situation, or will they be mercilessly submerged in the torrent of history?

Just then, a familiar figure appeared silently beside her like a ghost.

The figure moved with the lightness of a falling feather, without making a sound, as if afraid of disturbing the tense atmosphere.

However, within this lightness lies a firmness and composure, as unshakeable as a mountain. (End of Chapter)