Pillar of Yita

Qing put away the Communication Crystal, hung it back on his chest, and looked forward. On the battlefield, a sea of people moved back and forth, and almost everyone recognized him, nodding to greet him: ”Team Qing.” ”Big Brother Qing.” ”Team Qing is here.”

The crowd parted one by one, making way for him. He nodded in response and walked forward in silence.

The live broadcast room was already very lively: ”Where is this place?” ”Which guild are they fighting against?” ”It’s been a long time since Team Qing made a move.”

But as usual, Qing’s gaze was only directed further away. In the depths of his dark eyes, a beam of light emerged, the arc of light suddenly lengthened, briefly cutting through the battlefield’s pitch-black night sky—revealing the dense crowd there—before hitting a standing ruin.

The light suddenly collapsed into a point.

The trail seemed to linger in the vision, not yet dissipated, when suddenly it expanded again, bursting into a dazzling flame.

Then a rumbling sound was heard in the distance. The airflow swept up countless sand and stones, like raising a dust storm, rushing forth.

”Wow, whose Dragon Strike Technique?”

”Missed the target.”

”How did it miss the target?”

As if to validate everyone’s argument, a line of fire flashed behind the spreading dust, gunfire echoing like popcorn from afar.

The heavy armored warriors (Iron Guards and Imperial Knights) in the front stood up their Great Shields, bullets sparking off them, and then a group of Blood Shark Sky Pirates counterattacked under the cover of smoke and dust, their shouts resounding in the sky, halting the onslaught of the Descendants of Flor.

Captain Zhang Ning of the Eleventh Regiment was furrowing his brow as he watched this scene. The intelligence provided by informants had some issues; the sky pirates were much more numerous than imagined, and there were many experts among them. The initial surprise attack was very smooth, but the subsequent attack fell into a stalemate.

He was listening to the tense reports coming from each squad, so much so that he didn’t notice someone had come to his side.

”Is the attack frustrated?” Qing asked.

Zhang Ning turned around in surprise: ”Third Team, you’re here.”

”Dongyue and the others encountered a bit of trouble inside,” Qing calmly watched ahead, his eyes devoid of any earthly hue: ”Open a gap for me, and I’ll go in first to see what’s going on there.”

Zhang Ning breathed a sigh of relief: ”No problem, having the Third Team here is reassuring,” he turned around, pointing to a standing ruin in front, ”There’s a squad of sky pirate Gunslingers over there, they’re stuck there, and it’s difficult for us to launch an effective attack.”

Qing nodded: ”Leave it to me.”

As soon as he said this, the live broadcast room immediately erupted:

”Dominating!”

”Make way, I’m going to show off!”

”Quick, summon the ’Silence Knight’!”

The ’Silence Knight’ is the name of Qing the Dragon Knight. But he clearly didn’t intend to use the Dragon Knight in such a small scene, as using the Dragon Knight’s abilities in the First World placed too much of a burden on his Magic Power.

He extended his right hand, a beam of light forming in his hand, creating an emerald long spear—that’s where his nickname, ’Pale Spear’, Qing, came from. Although not the top Invoker, he had made a name for himself in the Second World as an Invoker.

A small Construct separated from his back and flew out, spinning with bright light flames, finally unfolding into a massive blue and white Cross Star.

Under the illumination of the light flames—

Qing proudly held the spear in one hand, taking a small step back.

A beam of pale blue light suddenly lit up the night sky.

Loading, shooting, ejecting the casing, opening the breech, pouring in new gunpowder, the sky pirates were engaged in rounds of shooting when suddenly a pale blue glow—a massive blue and white Cross Star—gradually rose in the night sky.

All the sky pirates were momentarily stunned, subconsciously looking up, the deep recesses of their eyes reflecting this brilliant aura.

They seemed bewildered for a moment before realizing what it was. ”Superior—!” someone screamed, and the sky pirate Gunslingers’ expressions changed dramatically, almost immediately dropping their firearms and fleeing in all directions.

Among the sky pirates, someone also reacted, an eyepatched first officer with a giant Curved Blade, immediately pressing down on his sword, stepping onto the top of the ruin in one move.

He leaped high, the Magic Guided Reactor on his back drawing a brilliant light as he soared to meet Qing in mid-air.

But everyone looked up at the sky.

The gigantic blue and white Cross Star turned downward, crossing paths in the next moment, and the first officer didn’t even have a chance to strike. With a flash of blue light, he immediately split in two, tumbling down from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

Then more lights flashed, one by one heading towards Qing in mid-air.

Qing looked coldly at all of this.

He pressed the blue and white Cross Star in his hand downward, which immediately shattered into four pieces, spinning downwards with bright light flames. Four bright beams shot straight through, the sky pirates hadn’t even reacted before they were struck.

Then they plummeted straight down from the sky.

Qing merely raised the long spear high in hand, making a vertical and horizontal slash in mid-air, the tip of the spear trailing a long trajectory of light, in the night sky, like a Cross Slash spanning a hundred feet slowly taking shape.

Then the crisscrossing bands of light suddenly sank downwards.

In the eyes of everyone watching in disbelief, they struck the ground with a thunderous impact.

Wherever they passed, obstruction crumbled and shattered, becoming a wave of blood mist in mid-air. Only a few withstood the blow, but they too went right back to where they came from, falling back directly along their original path from the impact.