bookrandom Chapter 166 The Dawn of Purification and the Reappearance of Crisis
Chapter 166 The Dawn of Purification and the Reappearance of Crisis
Inside the stone house, black flames surged like a raging torrent, sweeping towards everyone with overwhelming force. The raging black flames seemed to want to turn everything in the world to ashes. Wherever they went, the air was ignited, making a "sizzling" sound, and the entire space was distorted beyond recognition by this terrifying heat.
Huanmo knew the situation was critical. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, only to evaporate instantly in the intense heat. He gritted his teeth, focusing all his energy on his sword, trying to condense a pure light of spiritual power. "Hold on, everyone! We can do it!" he shouted, his voice small amidst the roaring flames, yet filled with unwavering conviction. At this moment, his heart was filled with both the desire for success and the fear of failing at this crucial moment. He forcefully suppressed the excruciating pain from the wounds on his shoulder and back, devoting himself entirely to gathering spiritual power.
Wanru dared not slacken in the slightest. Her fingers danced rapidly across the jade flute, playing a hurried and stirring melody. Spiritual energy flowed like a rushing river, continuously pouring into Huanmo's sword. Her eyes were fixed on Huanmo's sword, and she silently prayed, "You must succeed, Huanmo." Although her heart was filled with fear, she knew that she could not back down now and had to give it her all.
Ling'er's face flushed crimson, her hands clutching the book tightly as she released all her spiritual power, forming a pure spiritual barrier. Her body trembled slightly, whether from fear or from exertion, she couldn't tell. "I will protect everyone, I definitely will," she repeatedly encouraged herself. Although the approaching black flames terrified her, for the sake of her companions, she mustered unprecedented courage.
The woman in white played the guqin with focused concentration. The music was melodious and powerful, and waves of spiritual energy, like an invisible force, surrounded Huanmo, continuously strengthening his spiritual power. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes filled with solemnity and focus. "The power of this flame is beyond imagination. We must complete the condensation of spiritual light before it devours us." She knew that time was of the essence; every second was a matter of life and death for everyone.
Just as the black flames were about to engulf everyone, the spiritual energy on the Illusionary Ink Sword finally coalesced. The light was pure and dazzling, standing out starkly in the dark stone house, like the dawn before sunrise. "Now!" Illusionary Ink roared, swinging the sword towards the black flames.
The pure spiritual light, like a sharp blade, sliced into the black flames. The flames hissed the moment they touched the light, as if screaming in agony from being burned. The black flames began to dissipate rapidly, and the once fierce fire gradually weakened.
"It's a success!" Wanru exclaimed in surprise, her eyes sparkling with hope.
Ling'er burst into laughter through her tears, "Brother Huanmo is so amazing!"
The woman in white breathed a slight sigh of relief and said, "Don't be too happy yet. Let's continue to strengthen our spiritual power and completely purify this flame."
The group continued to channel their spiritual energy into Huanmo's sword, causing the light of the spiritual energy to expand and purify the remaining black flames. Under the influence of the spiritual energy, the fire giant's size began to gradually shrink.
However, just when everyone thought the crisis was about to be over, the mysterious voice rang out again, filled with anger and resentment: "You think you can defeat me like this? How naive!" As the voice fell, the fire giant suddenly unleashed a powerful force, shattering the spiritual light.
"Not good!" Huanmo cried out inwardly. Before he could react, the fire giant's body suddenly began to expand, and countless black flames shot out from it, surging wildly towards the group. This time, the power of the flames was even stronger than before, and the entire stone house trembled violently under this force, as if it would collapse at any moment.
"Everyone, quickly hide behind the stone pillars!" Huanmo shouted, using his sword to block some of the flames and buy time for his companions.
The group quickly took cover behind the stone pillar, but the pillar swayed even more violently under the impact of the flames, and more and more cracks appeared on its surface.
"The stone pillar can't hold up!" Ling'er cried out in terror.
Looking at the teetering stone pillar, Huanmo knew that once it collapsed, they would lose their last barrier. "Everyone, concentrate your spiritual power to protect the stone pillar!" he shouted, channeling his spiritual power into the pillar in an attempt to reinforce it.
Wanru, Ling'er, and the woman in white also poured their spiritual power into the stone pillar, but the power of the flames was too strong, and the cracks in the stone pillar continued to widen.
Under the fierce onslaught of flames, can the stone pillar withstand the onslaught? Will the group be able to find another way to defeat the fire giant and escape this increasingly dire situation? What even more terrifying methods will that mysterious being employ? Everything is shrouded in uncertainty and danger, and the fate of the group is once again plunged into deep peril…