Yu Rumeng turned her head and glanced at Su Yan, catching her gazing back at her in the same instant. She looked around at the others, and pair after pair of eyes were brimming with longing.
After over a thousand years as sisters, no words were needed. A single exchanged glance, and Yu Rumeng understood exactly what they were thinking.
She smiled and said softly, "Old Sir, I'll have to trouble you!"
Bixi sighed. "Pity these old bones of mine…"
Yu Rumeng consoled him with a laugh. "It's just a clone. If it's really lost, I'll have my husband compensate you later."
Bixi said, "Then I want to enter the Dragon Pool to cultivate. Talk to that boy about it for me later."
He possessed Dragon Race blood, and not of a low order at that. Cultivating within the Dragon Pool would be of great benefit to him. Unfortunately, the Dragon Pool had always been a place reserved exclusively for those of the purest Dragon Race bloodline. Even as a veteran Sacred Spirit, the Dragon Race wouldn't do him that favor.
Let alone the fact that Fu Guang was currently recovering from his injuries in the Dragon Pool, and disturbing him lightly was out of the question.
But if Yang Kai were to speak up, perhaps it wouldn't be a problem. He was of the Dragon Race himself, and had saved Third Master Ji's life before. The Dragon Race were creatures who remembered kindness and repaid their debts.
"Consider it done," Yu Rumeng agreed without hesitation.
"Hold on tight," Bixi said. The warship transformed into a streak of light in an instant and shot forward.
Commander Chen, stationed at this location, was startled by the sight. Before he could move to intercept, Bixi's clone had already darted past. Initially thinking some squad had acted rashly and about to issue a reprimand, he recognized the women aboard the warship. His lips moved, but in the end he made no attempt to stop them.
He had a rough idea what these women were after.
At the same time, Yang Kai sensed something and turned to look back. He saw a warship hurtling toward him at tremendous speed, with Yu Rumeng standing proudly at its bow, followed by a whole host of beautiful women.
Yang Kai chuckled and halted, waiting quietly.
Ahead, Six Arms also spotted the incoming warship. His gaze flickered briefly, and he raised a hand to halt the hostile gestures of the Ink Clan army.
He didn't know the situation with this warship, but it didn't look like it had come looking for trouble. He had no wish to ignite a conflict between the two races over something like this.
Moments later, Bixi's clone arrived beside Dawn and came to a silent stop.
On the warship, Yu Rumeng lifted her smooth chin and looked down at Yang Kai with regal pride.
In the early years, Yang Kai had been out fighting and struggling while they could only remain in the rear and cultivate, because their strength hadn't been sufficient to share his burdens.
But now, they were Seventh-Order Open Heaven cultivators! They were no longer liabilities!
They refused to stay in the rear any longer, spending their days in anxious dread, terrified that one day they would receive word of their husband's death. If he was going to die, then he would die right under their noses!
"Follow behind me!" Yang Kai gave Yu Rumeng and the others a slight nod, then turned to glance at Six Arms before calling out, "Move out!"
Dawn advanced slowly, with Bixi's warship trailing close behind. Yu Rumeng and the others were filled with exhilaration. The only exception was Luan Baifeng, who was trembling from head to toe.
These women had gone mad! Willing to throw their lives away for a man — but she valued hers! She had no romantic attachment to Yang Kai whatsoever. In the early years her life and death had been under his control, but ever since Yang Kai had prepared to head to the Ink Battlefield and erased the names from the Loyalty Register, Luan Baifeng, Chen Tianfei, and the rest had been free.
Aboard Bixi's warship, Luan Baifeng was on the verge of tears. If she tried to leave now, she'd probably be beaten to death. With no other option, she could only stay silent and keep watch in all directions.
Dawn and Bixi's warship pressed forward, flanked on both sides by countless Ink Clan soldiers watching them like tigers. Powerful spiritual senses crisscrossed back and forth.
On the human side, hundreds of thousands of troops stood ready for battle. Warships began to hum, prepared to unleash devastating attacks at any moment.
In that instant, both the human race and the Ink Clan had steeled themselves for full-scale war.
The humans were guarding against the Ink Clan swarming forward to surround Yang Kai and the others. The Ink Clan, meanwhile, were awaiting orders from their Domain Lords. The moment the command was given, they would charge in and tear every human aboard those two warships to shreds.
But the Domain Lords gave no order.
Under the barrage of crossing spiritual senses, the Domain Lords could not reach a consensus.
One faction argued that opportunity would not wait — this was the best chance to kill that formidable human Eighth-Order cultivator.
The other faction did not dispute that point, but their concerns ran deeper.
The humans were no fools. Quite the contrary — after years of clashing, the Ink Clan had learned firsthand just how cunning and treacherous humanity could be.
For this human Eighth-Order to move so brazenly through the midst of the Ink Clan army, how could he possibly have no preparations whatsoever? Setting aside the fact that an Ink Clan attack here would trigger an all-out war between the two races, even if they did attack, could they truly kill that Eighth-Order?
Without absolute confidence, how could he act this way? Perhaps… this was itself a trap set by the humans.
For a time, the Domain Lords argued fiercely behind the scenes, and in the end all the pressure converged on Six Arms. Here in the Xuanming Domain, he was the one in charge. If he didn't give the order, none of the other Domain Lords dared act rashly.
Sweat beaded on Six Arms's forehead.
Not a few Domain Lords wanted to strike and kill that human Eighth-Order, and wasn't that exactly what he wanted as well? He had already quietly made his own preparations, ready to explode into action the moment that human reached a critical distance.
No matter what schemes or tricks the humans had up their sleeve, this human Eighth-Order was the key. If they could kill him, the Ink Clan would have won half the battle — no matter how great the price, it would be worth paying.
All the Domain Lords were deeply wary of such a powerful human Eighth-Order.
But when Six Arms truly prepared to make his move, a sudden and overwhelming sense of crisis surged through him, as if striking out would mean certain death!
The dread froze his entire body, and still he could not make his decision.