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Chapter 194 Tentacle Crisis and Desperate Counterattack
In the inky darkness of the black hole, countless black tentacles suddenly emerged from around the shadowy figure, like a horde of menacing demons, rushing towards the group with lightning speed. The tentacles were covered in a layer of viscous fluid, shimmering with an eerie glow in the darkness and emitting a nauseating stench. Each tentacle contained immense dark power; wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp hissing sound.
Huanmo felt a strong sense of crisis wash over him, his heart clenching. "Everyone be careful! Don't get entangled by the tentacles!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the darkness, tinged with tension and anxiety. His mind raced, searching for a solution, while he gripped his sword tightly, bracing himself for the impending attack. Fear crept over him, but he knew he had to remain calm and lead everyone through this ordeal.
Wanru's face turned deathly pale. Her fingers trembled slightly on the jade flute, but she forced herself to suppress her fear and quickly played a defensive tune. Spiritual energy wind blades formed a rotating barrier around her, attempting to block the approaching black tentacles. However, the tentacles' strength was beyond imagination. The wind blade barrier cracked and splintered under the impact. Wanru's heart tightened, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She knew this barrier wouldn't hold for long. "Everyone, think of something! These tentacles are too powerful!" she cried anxiously, her voice tinged with despair.
The woman in white sat on the ground, her hands moving rapidly across the ancient zither, the music becoming urgent and shrill. Waves of spiritual energy surged like a raging torrent, sweeping towards the black tentacles. Her eyes shone with determination and resolve; though filled with fear of the unknown, she knew she could not back down now. "We cannot give up! We must find a way to break through!" she shouted, trying to boost morale. However, the waves of spiritual energy only caused ripples on the tentacles before being easily neutralized.
Ling'er clutched the scroll tightly, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Brother Huanmo, I'm so scared..." her voice choked with sobs, fear almost overwhelming her. But seeing her companions fighting desperately for survival, a surge of strength welled up within her. She tried to concentrate, attempting to find a solution within the scroll. The scroll emitted a faint golden light, flickering in the darkness, as if it too were waging a difficult struggle against the forces of darkness.
The mysterious figure frowned, his hands rapidly forming hand seals as he chanted incantations. Mysterious rays of light emanated from him, forming a massive shield that enveloped the group. "This shield can hold them off for now, but we must find a way to get rid of the tentacles as soon as possible. Otherwise, we'll be in danger once the shield breaks," he said, his voice steady and powerful. Despite the immense strain maintaining the shield had taken on him, he remained calm and offered advice to the group.
Huanmo watched anxiously as the black tentacles relentlessly attacked the shield. Suddenly, he remembered that during his previous battle with the shadowy figure, he had noticed its sensitivity to light. "Listen up, everyone! Let's concentrate our spiritual energy and create a powerful light; perhaps that can repel these tentacles!" he shouted.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Wanru stopped playing the defensive tune and instead channeled her spiritual power into the jade flute, playing a melody that produced a bright light; the woman in white also changed the tone of her zither, gathering her spiritual power into bright light waves; Ling'er exerted all her strength to release the golden light from the scroll to its maximum; Huanmo and the mysterious man also incorporated their own spiritual power into it.
A dazzling light erupted around them, like a miniature sun illuminating the entire dark space. Under the intense light, the black tentacles let out painful howls and retreated.
"Now's the time! Attack the Shadow Armor's chest!" Huanmo shouted.
The group quickly shifted their spiritual energy from creating light to attacking. Wanru's wind blades, the white-clad woman's spiritual energy waves, Ling'er's scroll power, and the attacks from Huanmo and the mysterious man surged towards the chest of the black-clad armor like a powerful torrent.
However, just as the attack was about to strike, the shadowy figure seemed to sense a fatal danger. Its body trembled violently, the black runes on its armor shone brightly, and a powerful dark force erupted from the armor, colliding with the group's attack.
With a deafening boom, the powerful impact sent everyone flying. Huanmo felt an immense force strike him, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall of the black hole.
"Cough cough..." Huanmo coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggling to stand up. Wanru, Ling'er, and the woman in white were also injured to varying degrees, lying on the ground, unable to get up for a while.
The mysterious figure quickly arrived beside them, channeling spiritual energy to help them recover. "Are you all alright? This shadowy figure's power is far greater than we imagined."
In this critical moment, with everyone injured and the shadow's dark power still formidable, can they rally again and find a way to break through its defenses? Is this shadow's dark power its final struggle? Can they seize this opportunity to destroy the shadow, find the power that counters the runes, and escape this terrifying abyss? Everything is fraught with unknowns and dangers, and everyone's fate is once again plunged into deep crisis…