The air itself was trembling.
From the ridge, black-robed cultivators poured down like a storm of shadows, blades drawn, Qi flaring wild. The mountains shook beneath their feet.
Li Ming wiped the blood off his lip, cracked his neck, and grinned. "Well… guess nap time's over."
Bai Guo, now in his human form, muttered, "You attract trouble like honey attracts flies."
Lan Yue's sword gleamed beside him, her voice calm but sharp. "There are too many. We hold the line. Don't get reckless."
Li Ming smirked. "Me? Reckless? Never."
He dashed forward before she could even blink.
The first wave of enemies lunged at him. Li Ming ducked low, spun, and drove his elbow into one man's gut. The impact launched the man into the air like a cannonball.
Another cultivator came from behind. Li Ming twisted, channeled golden Qi into his palm, and blasted him away. The ground split open from the sheer force.
"Eighth Level—Golden Tempest Form!"
