In the bone-piercing cold above Balensa City, the heavens reverberated with the hoarse mockery of a Great Emperor: "Look at you, flaunting yourself like a commodity, I could kill you as easily as slaughtering dogs and swine. Your blade and axe are but air! Why not kneel and plead for mercy?"
It bellowed: "Oh, how pitiful! The inheritors of Chi are nothing but a flock of worthless chickens and dogs!"
Gu Jianlin had fled farther and farther away, with the parrot's voice drowned in the cold wind.
The Dusk Candidates, led by Jiang Hanyi, lost control the moment they heard this. Consumed with rage, their fury ignited in their hearts and spurred their boldness, inducing an immediate blood rage!
There was a sudden deafening boom!
From their backpacks erupted muffled rumbling sounds—alchemy technology-made rocket thrusters roaring to life, spewing searing flames and dense smoke as they launched skyward with a thunderous burst.
