520: The eldest prince

There wasn't much interaction.

Both sides engaged.

Even if Bai Ningbing wanted to escape, he clearly had no chance.

Under duress, he could only join the battle.

However, the strength he displayed from the start already exceeded his expectations.

In just a fleeting moment, he was battered beyond recognition.

Fresh red blood seeped from his entire body.

His once valuable robe was now tattered.

Clearly, there was a huge disparity between the two sides.

Lu Cheng was originally confident of victory.

Especially with the enhancement of his secret art.

The strength he could unleash was extremely powerful, but at this moment, he also felt somewhat overwhelmed.

If he had faced Wang Changfeng alone, he might have had some chance of winning.

But in front of Wang Ming, and with the two of them working together, he found it very difficult.

At this point, Bai Ningbing could no longer provide him with any assistance.

In fact, to some extent, he was even dragging him down.

Similar to the Sixth Prince's position earlier.

Clearly, for him, the current situation was one-sided.

Fleeing was already a foregone conclusion.

Otherwise, death was the only outcome.

At his Realm, the greed for life in The Mortal World far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Having enjoyed a long lifespan and being revered by those below them, they naturally yearned for life even more.

However, under the current circumstances, it seemed he was not allowed to escape.

Wang Ming seemed to have seen through his intentions, intentionally or unintentionally blocking his path.

Wang Changfeng also cooperated, which meant that even if Lu Cheng had the ability to escape, he couldn't.

Under such circumstances, he felt incredibly frustrated.

He could only try his best, freely unleashing his Divine Power.

This also meant that the essence blood he consumed under the enhancement of the secret art became more and more.

In just a short time, his complexion had already turned incredibly pale.

Others might not know.

But he knew very well that he had reached his weakest point.

If he continued, he might even damage his Foundation.

This, for his Dao cultivation journey, was undoubtedly a losing proposition.

Moreover, this mission was already doomed to fail, and if he were to lose his life as well...

Just thinking of such consequences made Lu Cheng's head ache even more.

Even if he was lucky enough to leave, he would probably have a damaged Foundation, and his standing with the First Prince would be greatly affected thereafter.

This was a dead end for him.

Thinking of this, a hint of resentment couldn't help but grow in his heart towards Bai Ningbing.

If it weren't for him, perhaps things wouldn't have reached this point.

He also wouldn't be facing the current miserable situation.

But there are no regrets in The Mortal World.

Since it had come to this, there was no turning back.

He could only do his best to continue resisting.

Rumble, rumble.

Dao laws shone brightly between heaven and earth, and various Dao rules manifested in the world.

The two sides clashed.

Each time, the Void Realm trembled.

Although it couldn't compare to the grand scale of the Lower Realm, it was still terrifying, with collapses everywhere in the mountain range.

Countless towering ancient trees were snapped in half, and some even turned into a sky full of dust.

Many rare birds and beasts scattered.

Rumble, rumble.

But just as Lu Cheng felt despair, he suddenly heard a sound.

Followed by a series of footsteps.

The footsteps were heavy; one could tell there were many people.

It sounded somewhat like an army.

Could it be that the First Prince had brought people?

Thinking of this possibility, he became excited.

His body, which had already been exhausted, somehow mustered some strength.

The reason he guessed it was the First Prince was because this mission itself was conducted in secret.

Not many people knew about it.

Basically, they were the First Prince's subordinates and trusted confidantes.

An army being dispatched could only possibly be the First Prince's people.

Besides that, the only other person with the power to mobilize such a small-scale army, so far, was only the Second Prince.

But the Second Prince certainly couldn't appear at this time.

Neither helping the First Prince nor saving the Sixth Prince aligned with his own interests.

Under various conjectures, the First Prince was the most likely.

Wang Ming also felt this tremor.

His eyes looked into the distance.

Soon, he saw a vast, dark expanse.

Standing at the very front was a figure clad in golden armor.

His physique was imposing, and his stature was tall.

He exuded an air of nobility, but also a hint of arrogance.

He seemed to look down on everyone, as if he were naturally superior.

Wang Ming did not like such gazes.

He even disliked such people.

But he had to admit, when this person appeared, he instantly felt that the other party's status must be extraordinary.

However, he didn't take it to heart.

He merely speculated that the other party might be some imperial noble.

And he was still a Young Clan Leader.

In terms of status alone, it was hard to say who was more noble between them.

But for the Sixth Prince, this was not good news.

Wang Changfeng's and Wang Ming's strength was extremely formidable.

By now, he could also see that.

These two could leave whenever they wanted.

The people opposite had almost no ability to intercept them.

If the two of them left, what would become of him?

Thinking of the outcome awaiting him.

He couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.

Perhaps it was fate.

Ants are inherently ants, and the difference between a Dragon and an earthworm is even greater; even with all-out effort, the gap was now fully evident.

Even if the First Prince's schemes repeatedly failed and unexpected events occurred.

But he still had the ability to recover.

Unlike himself, one misstep meant losing everything.

Thump-thump-thump.

A continuous series of footsteps sounded.

Soon, a well-organized army appeared in the sights of the few people.

Each person was clad in heavy, dark armor, with beast heads on both shoulders, showcasing ultimate majesty and dominance.

The army, ready for battle, exuded a sense of solemnity.

Even Wang Ming had to admit, this was indeed a battle-hardened force.

And the Sixth Prince felt even more despair upon seeing this army.

Others might not know, but he certainly did.

This was one of the First Prince's trump cards, the Xuanjia Army.

None of the commanders within it had a cultivation lower than the Supreme Realm.

What is Supreme?

It is an Emperor Realm powerhouse in the Lower Realm.

Here, however, they were as numerous as cattle.

Genius cultivators who ascended from the Lower Realm were nothing more than mere soldiers in the Upper Realm.

Wang Changfeng had such a thought, though it was fleeting.

But his expression couldn't help but become solemn.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Moreover, the opponent's quantity was not small, and their quality was not bad either.

If they cooperated with battle formations, the strength they could display would be even more astonishing.

And the opponent did not only have an army.

Wang Changfeng's gaze fell on the figure at the very front.