141: Chapter 141 Everyone in Position

The next day, Zhao Linger's reconnaissance made progress.

"Wang Sheng, the spirit sound reconnaissance has detected the latest movement trajectory of Zhao Mang's vanguard."

A trace of gravity flashed in her round, wide eyes.

"Ten Shadow Clan vanguards at Tier 2 Barbarian General are moving from the Blood Wolf Tribe toward the upper reaches of the Lingxi River in the Central Wasteland Region. They are expected to arrive at the upper Lingxi River ferry crossing within two days. Zhao Mang's main force is following from the south, one thousand men, arriving at the south bank of the Lingxi River within three days."

"Two days." Wang Sheng's voice was steady, and heavy golden spiritual power flowed slowly within his body.

"Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan's preemptive strike plan requires us to complete the raid before the Shadow Clan vanguard arrives at the upper Lingxi River ferry crossing."

Zhao Linger's voice came through the communication spirit stone.

"Once the Shadow Clan vanguard establishes a Shadow stronghold at the upper Lingxi River ferry crossing, Ying Wuyue could potentially teleport directly to the battlefield through the Shadow stronghold. Our window for a preemptive strike... is only one day."

One day.

Wang Sheng pulled Hua Jieyu tighter into his embrace, golden spiritual power surging within him.

The window for a preemptive strike was only one day.

The three Holy Light amplification spirit pills refined by Hua Jieyu quietly shimmered with scorching golden light in his inner pocket.

With the support of the Holy Light amplification spirit pills, the Power of Holy Light at Tier 2 Barbarian General could temporarily erupt with the attack power of Barbarian General Rank 3.

Combined with the dive of Light Wing Flight and the triple damage of Holy Light Judgment against the Shadow element,

along with Murong Xue's Holy Light Cavalry charge and Liu Ruyan's Light and Shadow Legion assassination...

they had to fight a desperate battle.

"Tomorrow." His voice was steady and firm. "Before sunrise tomorrow, we will launch our preemptive strike."

In the moonlight, Hua Jieyu nodded gently in his arms, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, the corners of her mouth curving into a gentle arc.

Her slender fingers traced circles on his chest, quietly and slowly.

The moonlight outside the tent flowed quietly.

The power of the seven marital links resonated quietly within the spiritual power—moonlight white, frost blue, nature green, spirit sound silver, holy cavalry gold, shadow purple, and hundred-herb emerald. The seven colors converged within the golden Power of Holy Light into a light that was both scorching and gentle.

When the final darkness before dawn shrouded the Bright Tribe, Wang Sheng was already standing at the entrance of the Chiefs Tent.

Surging golden spiritual power flowed slowly within his body, quieter but hotter than during the day. The golden light of the spiritual power faintly shone from beneath his skin in the darkness, gilding his outline into a blurry golden silhouette.

He was wearing a Savage Beast skin vest, the lining of the Holy Light Battle Armor pressing against his skin, the frost circuits feeling slightly cool as the spiritual power circulated.

A communication spirit stone was tucked at his left waist. He clenched and relaxed his right palm slightly, the lingering warmth of Hua Jieyu's full breasts still remaining in his palm.

The three Holy Light amplification spirit pills were placed in the inner pocket of his Savage Beast skin vest, right against his heart.

The golden pills transmitted a faint heat through the Savage Beast silk; every heartbeat caused the heat to pulse slightly.

It was the lingering resonance of the Hundred Herbs power fused with the Power of Holy Light, and also the price Hua Jieyu paid in spiritual power backlash—a trump card prepared for him after enduring endless pain.

"Barbarian General Rank 3 explosive power, combined with the Light Wing Flight dive and the triple damage of Holy Light Judgment against the Shadow element." He recited the tactics deduced by Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan in his heart.

"How long does it last?"

"Three pills, each lasting about thirty breaths. Three rounds of eruption, with an interval of ten breaths between each round to let the meridians adapt to the impact of the spiritual power amplification." Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan's voice echoed in his mind.

"But the spiritual power consumption after each eruption is twice that of a normal battle. After three rounds, your spiritual power reserves will drop below twenty percent."

"Enough." His answer at the time had been short and firm.

On the parade ground, the thirty members of the Holy Light Cavalry were already fully prepared under the leadership of Murong Xue.

Thirty Barbarian Horned Horses were quietly stamping their hooves at the edge of the parade ground, their breath condensing into white mist in the cold air before dawn.

The Holy Light Cavalry wore uniform silver-white Savage Beast silk light armor.

The Holy Light Resonance runes on the light armor emitted a faint white-gold glow under the radiation of Murong Xue's spiritual power. Silver spears leaned against the saddles with their tips pointing upward, silent and sharp in the twilight.

Murong Xue rode her tallest Barbarian Horned Horse, her silver armor gleaming with a cold light in the morning glow before dawn.

The Holy Light Resonance runes on her breastplate and shoulder armor flickered slightly with her breathing. The white-gold light was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, illuminating her firm jawline beneath her brown ponytail and her tightly pressed lips.

Her brown eyes were like two of the most determined stars in the darkness, and deep within her pupils reflected the Savage Beast skin map of the upper Lingxi River ferry crossing.

The silver spear was held in her right hand, the shaft slightly tilted, the tip pointing to the north—the direction of the upper Lingxi River ferry crossing.

Her toned body beneath the silver armor sat bolt upright on the Barbarian Horned Horse, the curve between her waist and hips creating sharp lines against the saddle. The combat posture of the Holy Light Knight exuded a reassuring strength even when standing still.

"Holy Light Cavalry, all personnel in position." Her voice was low and steady.

The thirty Holy Light Cavalry soldiers gripped their silver spears in unison, the tips tracing thirty tiny silver arcs in the darkness.