amaotonovel Chapter 905
Chapter 905
In this mysterious and dangerous area of the ancient battlefield, although the connection with the outside world is completely cut off, fortunately, the sound transmission stone can be used normally inside the battlefield, becoming an important tool for them to communicate with each other and transmit information.
Han Changkong quickly reached out and took out the sound transmission stone from his arms, and with a serious expression, he slowly inserted his spiritual sense into it.
In an instant, Wang Yexing's familiar voice rang clearly in his ears. However, Han Changkong keenly sensed a subtle hint of fear in that voice.
"Elder Han, this is terrible! We've just discovered a large number of Protoss cultivators entering this area. From what I've observed, there are approximately two hundred of them. Even more troublesome, they're all Divine King-level powerhouses. This force cannot be underestimated. How should we respond?"
There was obvious anxiety and tension in Wang Yexing's voice.
Han Changkong's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle. He knew in his heart that in this ancient battlefield, meeting each other was fate and there was no way to avoid it.
Moreover, judging from the movements of these Protoss monks, they obviously intend to stay in this continental fragment for a period of time and will definitely conduct a detailed exploration of this area.
In this case, there is no point in escaping, the only option is to face it head-on.
"We're traveling at night, so don't panic. We have no way to retreat now, and hiding is impossible. Send me their location right now, and I'll lead my brothers there immediately."
Han Changkong's voice was low and firm, revealing an unquestionable majesty and courage.
In Han Changkong's mind, although the other party has two hundred cultivators at the God King level, which is indeed a force that cannot be underestimated, is he afraid?
Time was running out, and Wang Yexing did not dare to delay for even a moment. He quickly and accurately informed Han Changkong of his approximate location through the sound transmission stone.
After receiving the message, Han Changkong's expression instantly became cold and resolute, with a look of determination in his eyes.
He was well aware of the danger of this operation, but he also understood that this was an inevitable challenge for them in the ancient battlefield. Only by taking the initiative could they seize the initiative.
"All cultivators at the Divine King level, gather in front of the camp immediately!"
Han Changkong's voice resounded throughout the camp like a huge bell, majestic and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.
In a moment, all the cultivators at the God King level quickly put down what they were doing and gathered in front of the camp in an orderly manner.
They all had serious expressions, with determination glittering in their eyes. Although they knew they were about to face a powerful enemy from the Protoss, no one showed the slightest sign of retreat or fear.
"Set off!"
Han Changkong waved his hand majestically and took the lead to walk towards the direction where the spacecraft was parked.
Everyone followed closely behind, their steps in unison, like a well-trained army.
After they boarded the spaceship, Han Changkong personally controlled the spaceship, injecting divine power into it continuously. The spaceship started instantly, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the direction where Wang Yexing was.
Han Changkong led dozens of human gods and rushed to the location indicated by Wang Yexing on a flying boat at lightning speed.
As soon as he arrived, he saw from afar the two hundred God King monks of the God Clan lined up in an orderly manner in front of him. They were dressed in gorgeous armor, exuding a powerful and arrogant aura, and their eyes were full of disdain and contempt for the human race.
Han Changkong was the first to step out of the flying boat, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his clothes rustling in the wind.
He stared coldly at the Protoss camp. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a wild arrogance.
He crossed his arms over his chest, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an unruly smile, as if the two hundred gods in front of him were just a group of rabble in his eyes.