This feeling is indeed more than a bit strange compared to a real airplane.
Using the word “landing,” it really does feel like an airplane landing. Although the vehicle was forcibly dragged up, the originally weightless environment suddenly returning to normal—this abrupt sensation is truly strange, like being on a plane about to crash.
Ling Xiaoyou shook her little head, thinking it was no wonder Bai Shuanglian had said the landing experience wasn’t great.
“Are we back in reality?”
She looked at Bai Shuanglian, who had already stepped out of the flowing light, and asked.
But Bai Shuanglian did not answer Ling Xiaoyou immediately. Instead, she stared blankly ahead, as if something had caught her attention.
Seeing this, Ling Xiaoyou followed Bai Shuanglian’s gaze in the direction she was looking, and she too froze.
Within sight, countless clouds of dust rose up, nearly covering the entire city, and Ling Xiaoyou could occasionally hear explosive sounds from somewhere.
The surrounding crowd was shocked by this catastrophe-like scene.
Some stood rooted to the spot, not understanding what had happened.
Others, upon realizing the explosions were coming from the direction of their homes, immediately changed expression and hurried back to check.
Still others sensed the danger and frantically tried to flee by car, but had no idea where to go.
This apocalyptic scene greatly shocked Ling Xiaoyou, and she immediately recalled the “Bomb Disease,” an infectious disease developed by the Demon Grand Duke in collaboration with the Research Institute. She wondered if these explosions were caused by the spread of the Bomb Disease.
But soon, Ling Xiaoyou shook her head.
‘It can’t be the Bomb Disease.’
If the disease had really spread, considering the number of spirits living in the Imperial Capital, the Imperial Capital would almost certainly have been reduced to ruins by the chain of explosions.
Ling Xiaoyou suddenly remembered the explosions that the Devil had been causing in various parts of the Imperial Capital these past days.
‘Then, if it’s not the Bomb Disease…’
‘It seems the Devil prepared many explosion sites in order to detonate them at this moment.’
However, with so many explosions, the Exorcists Association and the Regulatory Division’s personnel are probably all tied up dealing with them, making it difficult to rescue the audience trapped in the Xuantian Martial Tournament interlayer space.
‘Hopefully the Regulatory Division can resolve these matters quickly and then rescue them.’
After offering a silent prayer for them, Ling Xiaoyou saw Bai Shuanglian suddenly turn around, look at them, and say:
“Let’s quickly return to the hotel. There should be a teleportation gate to other areas there. We can leave through the teleportation gate.”
Bai Shuanglian had not forgotten her main objective: to take Ling Xiaoyou and these companions out of the Imperial Capital, away from this crisis, and also to check if anyone else was still at the hotel, so they could all leave together.
The others naturally had no objections. They ran past some people still standing dazed in place, heading toward the hotel.
The hotel was not far from the stadium, and since they were all cultivators, they soon arrived at the hotel.
As soon as they saw the outline of the hotel and that it was still intact, they couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But before they could relax for long, a burst of fire shot into the sky.
Boom—!
Following that, there was a deafening explosion. The powerful blast sent their clothes and hair whipping, and the surrounding greenery and cars were forcibly lifted and blown away from their spots.
Smoke and dust filled the air. Although the hotel had not yet collapsed, its charred and cracked appearance clearly showed it was not far from collapse.
Since they were all cultivators, the blast’s aftermath was nothing to them. Otherwise, they would have been blown far away.
But even though they were unharmed, they still weren’t happy, because the hotel, which had been safe and sound, had just exploded before their eyes!
‘This was the nearest teleportation gate location!’
To teleport out of the Imperial Capital, one either had to use physical means or go through a teleportation gate.
Physical means were out of the question, as no one knew if the Devil had set up an ambush outside the city.
But given the Devil’s current level of madness, it was highly likely, so going there would just be walking into a trap.
Bai Shuanglian had originally planned to take them through the teleportation gate, but now the hotel had exploded, and judging by its condition, the teleportation array inside had clearly been destroyed by the blast. This method was clearly no longer possible.
‘Then should we switch to another place with a teleportation gate?’
Bai Shuanglian looked at the others, about to consult them, when she suddenly saw Ling Xiaoyou raising her phone with a surprised expression.
Then… a hand emerged from inside it!
Bai Xiqing and Miao Miaomiao both stared wide-eyed, shocked at the sight.
Their minds, already somewhat numbed by the crisis, now completely stopped, unable to understand how so many strange things could have happened in such a short time.
As a Pen Fairy, whose profession was to scare people, Ling Xiaoyou wasn’t too shocked by this.
She just poked the hand in surprise, then looked at Bai Shuanglian and said:
“This is a call from Team Leader Lin. This hand should be hers.”
Bai Shuanglian nodded in understanding.
She reached out, signaling for Ling Xiaoyu to give her the phone, and the latter naturally didn’t refuse.
Ling Xiaoyou watched Bai Shuanglian take the phone and then exchange a few words with Team Leader Lin on the other end.
Then, she watched in astonishment as Bai Shuanglian pulled the protruding hand out of the phone.
‘Well, she pulled it out as easily as pulling a carrot.’
Ling Xiaoyou: “…”
Although this was full of points to criticize, it was clearly not the time. Ling Xiaoyou put aside those thoughts and quietly waited for Bai Shuanglian’s next move.
Bai Shuanglian then threw the hand forward. It hovered in midair, and a faint glow of Spirit Power lit up from its palm.
The next moment, the hotel, which had been blazing with fire and occasionally dropping broken bricks and tiles, suddenly froze like a buffering video.
Then, as if an invisible wind had swept through, the flames were extinguished, revealing the charred and battered hotel underneath.
The hand’s Spirit Power surged again, and the spiderweb-like cracks covering the hotel building were gradually repaired.
However, judging by its somewhat strained appearance, the repair seemed very difficult.
After repairing the hotel to the point where it wouldn’t collapse, the hand fell down as if its energy was spent, and was caught by Bai Xiqing, who had quick eyes and hands.
“Sis, what’s going on?”
Bai Xiqing looked at Bai Shuanglian curiously, wanting to know the details.
“Let’s get inside first. We’ll change location.”
But Bai Shuanglian had no time to explain. She casually pulled over a car that had been blown aside, opened the door, and got in.