Urban All-Round Master

"I hope you won’t say things like that again." Lin Zifeng glanced at him, knowing deep down that Black Hawk had good intentions, but these were his brothers. No matter the cost, Lin Zifeng was determined to awaken them.

Even though they can never return to the past, not awakening them would be a hurdle in Lin Zifeng’s heart. How could the emotions built up over so many years just vanish?

"Brother Lin, I’m sorry..."

Black Hawk slowly bowed his head, feeling discomfort as if his heart were being pierced by thousands of sharp knives.

He, too, wished for the Twelve Warhawks’ return. But things have changed now; the past can never be reclaimed.

Once brothers, if they were truly awakened, could they return to the past?

Not just Black Hawk wondered this in his heart, Lin Zifeng questioned himself too. The Holy Hall’s power had grown; it’s no longer the same as before.

"Alright, you go out first. I want to stay here a bit longer; I’ll go out later." Lin Zifeng said coldly, lowering his head without speaking further.

Black Hawk realized he shouldn’t have said those things earlier, nodded, and left the underground chamber without saying anything.

No matter what others say, Lin Zifeng’s determination to awaken the Twelve Warhawks would never change. How could he forget these brothers? Back overseas, they used their bodies to form a wall to protect him, allowing him to escape. This brotherhood is something Lin Zifeng will never forget.

"Brothers, tonight I’ll awaken you. Hope you won’t let me down." With that thought, Lin Zifeng hesitated no more and took out the Magic Bracelet from his chest, suspending it above his head. A large quantity of Primordial Energy overflowed from the Magic Bracelet, enveloping the twelve figures who resembled ancient War Gods in Primordial Energy.

"Magic Bracelet, the legends say you have resurrection capabilities. I don’t dare to hope for resurrection; I just want you to help awaken my twelve brothers!" Lin Zifeng’s face was as calm as water, and the Magic Bracelet seemed to understand him, emitting a buzzing sound, which made Lin Zifeng happy. The bracelet was now a part of him, possessing great spirituality, capable of helping him with every command.

It was thanks to this spirituality that Lin Zifeng dared to attempt the bold act of awakening the Twelve Warhawks tonight.

"Heavenly Painting Halberd!" At that moment, Lin Zifeng’s eyes glinted with a tangible cold light, and he shouted. A dark light shot up from his back, and the Heavenly Painting Halberd hovered in mid-air. Then, the Heavenly Painting Halberd rotated continuously in the Void, splitting into the Primordial Banner. Eight Primordial Banners divided into eight different positions to envelop the Twelve Warhawks.

If anything unexpected happens during the awakening of the Twelve Warhawks, the Primordial Battle Banner offers significant defense. Even a Saint’s direct interference would require considerable time to break through the Primordial Banner’s enclosure.

"Rise!"

Standing in the pitch-black chamber, Lin Zifeng formed a strong airflow around him. The candles lit around blew sideways with a buzzing sound.

The twelve bodies slowly rose from the ground, floating half a meter above the surface, wrapped in Lin Zifeng’s thick Primordial Energy. As he infused more energy, they started rising higher.

Like being lifted by an invisible spatial gravity, Lin Zifeng’s space gravity added to all existing space gravity on the Twelve Warhawks.

Among the Twelve Warhawks, Red Eagle’s Spiritual Sense was slightly clear, apparently aware of what Lin Zifeng planned next, with tears glistening in his eye sockets.

"This is just the beginning. I will definitely awaken you!" Lin Zifeng noticed the tears in Red Eagle’s eyes, smiled at the corner of his mouth, maintaining a connection between his mind and the Magic Bracelet, trying to accelerate the awakening process.

"Buzzing..."

The eight Primordial Banners split from the Heavenly Painting Halberd rotated around them, accelerating until only a blur could be seen.

"Awaken!"

Lin Zifeng stepped forward with his right foot, mentally communicating with the Magic Bracelet, which seemed to understand his command.

The energy from the Magic Bracelet intensified, eventually wrapping the twelve in endless white mist.

The surge of Primordial Energy poured like life force into them, but their reactions were muted as time passed.

This made Lin Zifeng’s brow furrow twice.

Could it be the Magic Bracelet can’t awaken the Twelve Warhawks? Lin Zifeng was unsatisfied; if it couldn’t even awaken them, then was the resurrection power just a lie?

No, impossible! I am living proof; it changed me, why not others?

"Magic Bracelet! I don’t want them to remain this way; I want them all awake!" Lin Zifeng abruptly spread his arms, purple spirals entwined between his fingers, with immense energy fluctuations.

The spirals had the power to kill an Sub-Saint!

Yet... all his and the Magic Bracelet’s energies were concentrated on the Twelve Warhawks; he would expend all his energy to awaken them, not wanting to see them as living corpses any longer.

"Booming!"

Suddenly, a phenomenon occurred. The underground chamber could hardly withstand Lin Zifeng’s alarming energy. The vast chamber cracked under the energy, and soil exploded as walls collapsed around him.

All he saw was dust and debris.

Fortunately, Lin Zifeng’s space gravity could control everything within fifty meters, as the energy’s rampage collapsed the area into ruins.

But he miscalculated!

Awakening the Twelve Warhawks wouldn’t be so simple; despite the Magic Bracelet and his own energy, the expanding energy was dangerously strong, affecting far beyond the underground chamber.

The violent energy started spreading rapidly, causing the earth to sink like a tsunami swallowing all...