"Furthermore, no matter where we flee, the fury of the Great Imperial Dynasty will eventually dog our steps. Rather than escaping, we should meet it head-on and resolve this crisis once and for all."
Upon hearing these words, the group, though filled with worry, could not deny the validity of Ye Chen's reasoning. They understood that running would only worsen the situation; only by facing the challenge directly could they hope to find a way out. However, this also meant they were about to face a battle of unprecedented scale, and each of them felt the crushing pressure and urgency of the moment.
Night fell. Ye Chen stood proudly alone on the peak of a mountain, gazing at the endless starry sky and the vast, undulating hills, his mind teeming with thoughts. He knew well that in the face of the coming battle, only by constantly enhancing his own strength could he protect himself and his companions in the critical moments, and perhaps even turn the tide of the entire war. Thus, he resolved to practice the second move of the Taixu Sword Art at this very moment—"Wrath of the Storm."
Chapter 1145