A Fantasy Love Story Across the Warring States Period

Chapter 221 Exploring the Mystery of the Glimmer and Taking a Desperate Gamble

Huanmo stared intently at the fleeting glimmer of light on the shadowy figure's abdomen, his heart pounding as if he had grasped at a last straw. A suffocating darkness permeated the black hole, and the shadowy figure's mountain-like body emanated a chilling pressure. Each breath was accompanied by a surge of dark power, emitting a low rumble that seemed to mock their struggle.

"What...what is that glimmer of light?" Ling'er's voice trembled, her eyes filled with fear and curiosity. She clutched Huanmo's sleeve tightly, as if that would give her a sense of security. Huanmo gently patted Ling'er's hand, trying to comfort her, but his own heart was also filled with trepidation.

"I don't know, but this might be our only chance," Huanmo murmured, his voice filled with a resolute determination. He knew that if they couldn't grasp the clues hidden in this glimmer of light, they would all perish in the darkness.

Wanru struggled to her feet, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said, "Whatever it is, we have to find out. But the shadowy figures are heavily guarded now, how can we get close?" Her brows furrowed, her eyes revealing worry and determination.

The woman in white gently stroked the guqin, then shook her head slightly. "Our spiritual energy is running low, and a direct breakthrough is too difficult. We need to think of a clever way." Her voice was soft but weary.

The mysterious man stared intently at the shadowy figure, pondered for a moment, and then said, "The shadowy figure will pause briefly after each attack. We can use this gap to pretend to attack from another direction to attract its attention, and then take the opportunity to send someone to approach its abdomen to explore the secret of that faint light."

Upon hearing this, Huanmo had a sudden inspiration, realizing that this was the only feasible solution at the moment. "Alright, let's do it this way. Wanru, the girl in white, you two use the flute and zither music to feign an attack and attract the shadowy figure's attention. Mysterious man, you and I will find an opportunity to approach the shadowy figure's abdomen. Ling'er, you keep an eye on the shadowy figure's movements from behind, and if there is any danger, immediately use the power of the scroll to support us."

Everyone nodded, each ready to proceed. Wanru placed the jade flute to her lips and played a high-pitched, stirring melody. The flute's sound echoed within the black hole, like sharp blades shooting towards the shadowy figure. The woman in white also plucked the strings of her zither, playing an ethereal and melodious tune. The music transformed into invisible threads, wrapping around the shadowy figure, attempting to disrupt its movements.

The shadowy figure was indeed drawn in, roaring angrily as its enormous black hand lashed out towards Wanru and the woman in white. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huanmo and the mysterious man cautiously approached the shadowy figure's abdomen. Their steps were light and slow, each one filled with vigilance, lest they disturb the shadowy creature.

As they drew closer, Huanmo's tension intensified. He could clearly sense the immense power emanating from the shadowy figure, like a volcano poised to collapse at any moment. The mysterious man's expression was equally grave, his hands trembling slightly as he tightly concentrated his remaining spiritual energy.

Just as they were about to reach the shadowy figure's abdomen, the figure seemed to sense something amiss. It abruptly turned its head, its blood-red eyes fixed on Huanmo and the mysterious man. Then, the shadowy figure opened its maw, spewing a stream of black flames towards them.

"Not good!" Huanmo exclaimed in alarm, "Ling'er, come quickly!" Ling'er swiftly released the power of the scroll, and a beam of light formed a shield in front of Huanmo and the mysterious man, barely managing to withstand the attack of the black flames. However, the impact of the flames still made their bodies tremble, and a tiny crack appeared in the shield.

Seeing this, Wanru and the woman in white intensified their attacks. Wanru's flute playing became more rapid, the sound waves like gusts of wind, trying to distract the shadowy figure. The woman in white's zither music also grew more passionate, the notes transforming into sharp sword shadows that pierced towards the shadowy figure.

With their combined efforts, the shadowy figure's attention was once again diverted. Taking advantage of this, Huanmo and the mysterious man continued to approach the shadowy figure's abdomen. Finally, they reached the vicinity of the shadowy figure's abdomen.

Upon closer inspection, the faint light flickered even more noticeably. Huanmo discovered that the light seemed to originate from a hidden rune on the abdomen of the shadowy figure. The rune emitted a faint glow, creating a stark contrast with the dark power emanating from the shadowy figure.

“These runes…could they be the shadow’s weakness?” Huanmo murmured. The mysterious man nodded. “Very likely, but how should we use them?”

Just then, the shadowy figure seemed to realize that they had discovered the secret of the runes. Its body began to tremble violently, and the surrounding dark power rapidly condensed, forming a huge black sphere that hurtled towards Huanmo and the mysterious man.

"No time to think, try attacking this rune!" Huanmo shouted, raising his sword high and thrusting it towards the rune with all his might. The mysterious man also gathered spiritual energy in both hands, transforming it into a beam of light that merged with Huanmo's sword energy, attacking the rune together.

With a deafening boom, the attack struck the rune. The rune erupted with a blinding light, which collided with the dark power of the shadow, producing a deafening sound. The shadow let out a painful roar, its body shaking violently.

Huanmo and the mysterious man were blasted away by the powerful force, crashing heavily to the ground. They struggled to lift their heads and looked at the dark figure. Cracks began to appear on the figure's body, from which dark power surged forth.

However, the shadowy figure seemed unwilling to fall so easily. It let out an angry roar, and the dark power around its body coalesced once more, attempting to repair the cracks in its form.

Huanmo and the others watched this scene with growing anxiety. Their attacks had inflicted some damage on the shadowy figure, but it remained incredibly powerful. Their spiritual energy was nearly exhausted; how could they continue their attack and finally defeat it? Did the mysterious runes hold other secrets waiting to be discovered? Everything remained uncertain, and their fates were once again pushed to the edge of a precipice, their lives hanging in the balance…