bookrandom Chapter 190 A Moment of Life and Death and a Sudden Turning Point
Chapter 190 A Moment of Life and Death and a Sudden Turning Point
In the dark abyss of the black hole, the shield erected by the mysterious figure flickered like a candle in the wind under the attack of the black blades fired by the shadowy figure, threatening to go out at any moment. The black blades struck the shield repeatedly, producing a piercing clang that seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present, causing their hearts to clench.
Huanmo strained to maintain the spiritual energy barrier, resisting the impact of the black blades. His arms trembled from the effort, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. "This shadow's counterattack is more ferocious than we expected! Hold on, everyone!" he shouted, trying to boost morale, but his heart was filled with worry. Watching the cracks spreading across the shield, he knew they were on the brink of death; a single misstep would mean being swallowed by the darkness.
Wanru's face was as pale as paper. As she played the jade flute and poured spiritual power into the barrier, she said, "Huanmo, our spiritual power is about to give out. What should we do?" Fear spread in her heart, but she tried to remain calm and looked ahead with a firm gaze, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
The woman in white's fingers danced rapidly across the guqin, producing a stirring and tragic melody, with spiritual energy continuously merging into the barrier. Her eyes shone with determination as she declared, "We can't give up! We still have a chance!" Despite her body swaying precariously from the excessive consumption of spiritual energy, she persevered, contributing her strength to protect everyone.
Ling'er closed her eyes tightly, immersing herself completely in the resonance with the dark power. Her small face was contorted with pain, and her clothes were soaked with sweat. "Almost there, I can feel the key to breaking the spell..." she kept encouraging herself. Although the dangers outside were closing in, she knew that she couldn't be distracted at this moment and had to find a way to break the smoke.
The mysterious man gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and poured his last bit of spiritual power into the shield. "I can only hold on a little longer, Ling'er, hurry!" His voice was filled with exhaustion and anxiety, knowing that everyone's hopes rested on Ling'er.
Just as the shield was about to shatter, Ling'er suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing within them. "I found it!" she shouted, the scroll in her hand shining brightly, a golden light surging from it and spreading towards the black smoke.
Wherever the golden light touched, the black smoke dissipated rapidly, like ice and snow meeting heat. As the smoke cleared, the enormous black shadow reappeared clearly before everyone's eyes.
Huanmo saw the dark figure and was overjoyed, but then tensed up. "Everyone, prepare to attack! This is our chance!" He gripped his sword tightly, his eyes filled with determination and resolve.
Wanru, the woman in white, and the mysterious man quickly adjusted their state, gathered their spiritual power, and prepared to launch a fatal attack on the shadowy figure.
However, the shadowy figure seemed to sense the danger. It let out an angry roar, and its body began to tremble violently. Suddenly, two powerful beams of dark light shot from the shadowy figure's eyes, heading straight for the group.
"Not good, get out of the way!" Huanmo shouted, leading everyone to quickly dodge to the sides. The dark beams grazed past their bodies and struck the stone wall behind them, instantly blasting two huge holes in it.
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone dodged, the dark figure opened its blood-red maw, and a powerful dark suction force emanated from it, attempting to pull everyone in.
"Everyone, hold on! Don't get sucked in!" Huanmo shouted, plunging his sword into the ground to resist the dark suction. Wanru, the woman in white, and the mysterious man also unleashed their spiritual power, clinging tightly to their surroundings to fight against the dark pull.
In this critical moment when the dark suction pulls them apart and they struggle against it, can they find a weakness in the shadowy figure and deliver a fatal blow before it engulfs them? Does the shadowy figure's series of counterattacks indicate that it has sensed their threat and is unleashing its final killing move? And can they, in this life-or-death situation, successfully break free from the shadowy figure's clutches, find the power that counters the runes, and escape this terrifying black abyss? Everything is fraught with unknowns and dangers; their fates are once again pushed to the edge of a precipice…