The Furious Divine Lotus had always been treasured by Zhu Ge Ming like a precious gem, originally intended to be used during the most critical times of the siege of Northern Desert City.
Today, for Ling Xiao, he was willing to bring it out.
Ling Xiao received the strange lotus, and suddenly, a familiar sensation flowed into his Spirit Sea.
In that instant, he seemingly understood the terrifying nature of the object.
"Thank you!"
Ling Xiao stored the item in his Storage Ring, then leapt down from the city wall, his black and white wings spread wide behind him as he charged toward the enemy lines.
Ji Mingkong and Leng Mei quickly followed behind.
The three of them raced ahead of a hundred iron-clad riders toward the Black Crow Knights.
This was a life-risking move!
It was also a show of confidence!
"Who is that?"
The iron-clad riders, running, noticed the situation here too.
"Ling Xiao!"
"It's Marshal Ling!"