Chapter 963: The Path to Survival
"Make your move!" The strong cultivators of Nine Dragons Island, seeing that the controller of the Purple Jade Warship had no reaction, coldly spat out a sound. Immediately, terrifying auras bloomed from their bodies.
The controller of the Purple Jade Warship moved his mind. With a loud *hum* sound, the Purple Jade Warship abruptly turned, churning the Wasteland Sea, attempting to flee.
"Do you think you can escape?" The people of Nine Dragons Island sneered coldly. Then, the crowd on the Purple Jade Warship saw that after they turned around, several more warships appeared ahead, blocking them off completely.
Moreover, these warships were all giant vessels. If they were to ram into them, the destructive force would be terrifying. In front of the warships, several figures slowly rose into the air—more Venerable cultivators.
The controller of the Purple Jade Warship's face sank completely. More Venerables. Nine Dragons Island had actually dispatched so many Venerable cultivators.
On the Purple Jade Warship, the young woman known as Miss Yang was surrounded by her guards, her gaze flickering as she stared at the Venerables in the void.
"Meeting the people of Nine Dragons Island today is not what I, Ming Yue Fan, wished for. Everyone, fend for yourselves." The controller of the Purple Jade Warship spoke, seeming to understand the situation. Having endured the devastating Wasteland Sea storm, the Purple Jade Warship was already riddled with holes, and its Essence light barrier was unstable. Now, with so many powerful enemies gathered, the Essence light barrier was useless. He could no longer protect the crowd.
Indeed, at that moment, the Venerable cultivators of Nine Dragons Island from both front and back simultaneously stepped forward, astonishingly in unison. Terrifying auras rolled out from their bodies. Almost at the same instant, all the powerful cultivators' palms struck the Essence light barrier. Brilliant rays of light bloomed, and the sound of cracking came one after another.
"It's over!"
The hearts of the crowd on the Purple Jade Warship pounded. Once the Essence light barrier shattered, they would have to endure the invasion of the Wasteland Sea. For those at the Heavenly Martial Realm, facing the Wasteland Qi meant certain death.
Cracks crisscrossed, covering the entire light barrier.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound rang out, making the crowd's hearts pound along with it. Shattered. The entire Essence light barrier shattered with the sound.
The light barrier broke, and the Wasteland Qi instantly invaded, entering the Purple Jade Warship.
"I'll give you a chance. Anyone who can step onto our warship will be allowed to board." The people of Nine Dragons Island said to the crowd on the Purple Jade Warship, giving them a chance to survive. The prerequisite was that they had to rely on their own strength to board the Nine Dragons Island warship.
The crowd's gazes froze, and a glimmer of hope for survival rose in their hearts.
To live, they had to step onto the Nine Dragons Island warship. This was the only chance. Otherwise, they would be devoured by the Wasteland Qi.
"Boom!" A figure turned into a streak of light, stepping toward the Nine Dragons Island warship. He couldn't die. He still had to cross the Wasteland Sea and head to the Eight Wastelands Realm. How could he die here?
"Hum!" Terrifying Wasteland Qi surged up. The crowd saw that person's body instantly stiffen, and his skin rapidly aged.
The crowd's eyes all froze. Wasteland Qi. This was the power of desolation—time, destruction, and death.
Desolation. Everything would turn to desolation.
That person's life force ceased. His body stiffly fell downward, instantly swallowed by the Wasteland Sea. Dead.
Shocking!
The crowd's hearts trembled. Although it was an extremely short distance, it was like the horizon. They simply couldn't cross it. Once the Wasteland Qi invaded their bodies, it meant destruction and death.
"Kill!"
Another figure stepped out. A sword light swept down, seemingly laying down a light barrier in the void. His body instantly leaped out, stepping on that sword barrier toward the Nine Dragons Island warship.
"Boom!" The Wasteland Qi surged up, instantly corroding the sword barrier.
"No!" That person roared in fury. With a *chi* sound, his body stiffened there, as if something had entered his body.
Dead. Watching another body fall downward, the crowd's hearts sank into an ice cellar. So cold. This time, death was so close to them.
The controller of the Purple Jade Warship shot up into the sky, enveloping his body in Essence light as he flew away.
The strong cultivators of Nine Dragons Island did not intercept him. They didn't even glance at him. He wasn't their target.
"He's gone!" The crowd's hearts sank. Ming Yue Fan, the Venerable, had also left. Now, only they were left facing the people of Nine Dragons Island. Either they stepped onto the other side's warship, or they were swallowed by the Wasteland Sea.
"Miss Yang, we naturally won't make things difficult for you. Please, step onto our Nine Dragons Island warship."
The strong cultivators of Nine Dragons Island in the void fixed their gazes on the beautiful woman, making the crowd suddenly understand. So that was it. These strong cultivators of Nine Dragons Island had come for this woman of special status.
How hateful. They had become sacrifices, caught in the crossfire.
"Lin Feng." Tang Youyou and the others gathered around Lin Feng, unsure of what to do. They hadn't died in that devastating Wasteland Sea storm. Would they die in the interception of Nine Dragons Island?
They hadn't expected that their journey to the Eight Wastelands Realm would encounter such things one after another.
"I'll send you to the Nine Dragons Island warship. Once you reach Nine Dragons Island, take good care of yourselves and remember to endure. We'll meet in the Eight Wastelands Realm."
Lin Feng transmitted his voice to the few of them, making their expressions stiffen. Lin Feng would send them to the Nine Dragons Island warship?
"What about you? What will you do?" Tang Youyou stared intently at Lin Feng. What was this guy planning again?
"Don't worry, I won't die. We have an agreement. We'll meet again in the Eight Wastelands Realm. I'll become a disciple of the Stone Emperor or the Yu Emperor. Remember to come find me." Lin Feng transmitted his voice again. The few of them understood that Lin Feng was leaving them a message. By saying this, he meant he would definitely become a Martial Emperor's disciple, so they could find him, Lin Feng.
"No. Since you have a way to survive, take me with you." Tang Youyou disagreed. She didn't believe Lin Feng. If it were really as Lin Feng said and he could definitely survive, he wouldn't send them to the Nine Dragons Island warship. He would take them along.
Unless Lin Feng wanted to take a risk—a risk alone—and send them to the Nine Dragons Island warship.
"No." Lin Feng shook his head but didn't give a reason.
This made Tang Youyou and the others even more certain.
"Lin Feng, you can't take the risk alone." Jun Moxi also spoke.
"We have no choice. Listen to me. Trust me." Lin Feng looked at Jun Moxi and the others with a firm gaze. Tang Youyou was still shaking her head, but Lin Feng reached out and patted her face, smiling. "Don't worry. I'm lucky. I won't die."
"Boom!" A terrifying aura burst forth. A phantom shot into the sky. Lin Feng and the others looked up and saw the young woman surnamed Yang stepping onto a small warship, charging upward, trying to escape.
"A small warship!" The crowd's expressions froze. This kind of treasure was definitely a good thing for escaping. This woman was indeed of extraordinary status, actually carrying such a powerful artifact on her.
"Miss Yang, you can't escape." Waves of terrifying auras seemed to seal off this space. The woman's warship directly slammed into a layer of light barrier but didn't escape.
"No, I don't want to die."
A miserable scream rang out, pulling the crowd's thoughts back from the void. Then, they saw a wave of Wasteland Qi invade the Purple Jade Warship. A layer of deathly aura covered several people, and their bodies turned gray as their life force drained away.
The crowd trembled uncontrollably. Were they all going to die?
On the Purple Jade Warship, a frosty chill suddenly emerged. On the warship in the Wasteland Sea, snowflakes began to drift.
From Lin Feng's body, a delicate, sacred aura slowly bloomed. In an instant, his face became as handsome as a demon, yet carried a hint of holiness.
"Void Demon Art!"
Lin Feng uttered a sound. Instantly, a layer of snowy void path appeared. The surrounding space turned into a snowy void.
"I'll send you to the Nine Dragons Island warship. Step on this snowy path, and I guarantee you won't die." Lin Feng shouted to the crowd. The snowy void path extended, as if condensing a snowy void.
"Hm?" The crowd's expressions stiffened. They turned to look at Lin Feng. Could this person send them to the Nine Dragons Island warship?
"You have to trust me. Otherwise, it's death." Lin Feng said indifferently. The crowd's expressions froze as they looked at the snowy path extending to the Nine Dragons Island warship.