The Dark Blood Lord activated the tracking incantation, quickly pinpointing the whereabouts of Mo Wenjie and his party. At that moment, Mo Wenjie and his companions were in a mysterious valley, shrouded in an ominous aura. It turned out that this place had once been a stronghold of demonic cultivators; although it had been destroyed, remnants still remained.
Mo Wenjie felt a wave of unfamiliar spiritual energy approaching and became vigilant. Just as everyone was preparing for battle, the Dark Blood Lord appeared to declare his intentions. Mo Wenjie was half-believing and half-suspecting, but seeing that the other party had no malevolent intent, he temporarily agreed to cooperate.
They delved deep into the valley, suddenly encountering a few vengeful spirits that attacked them. The Dark Blood Lord was the first to act, releasing a black glow to dispel some of the spirits.
Seeing this, Mo Wenjie's eyes flashed with a determined look. Without hesitation, he pulled out a mystical artifact emanating mysterious light from his chest. The artifact swiftly spun in the air, blossoming into brilliant and dazzling spiritual glow. As Mo Wenjie chanted incantations, beams of powerful spiritual light lashed out like lightning, directly towards the vengeful spirits and crashed into them.
At the same time, the others also unleashed their own unique skills, and for a moment, a myriad of splendid magical glow intertwined, forming a colorful light screen. Under the fierce attack, the vengeful spirits let out piercing screams, their forms beginning to blur and eventually fading away into the air.
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the crisis had been successfully resolved, suddenly, the ground shook violently. The once peaceful earth seemed to be violently shaken by an invisible giant's hand, making it hard to stand steady. Then, a deep, rumbling roar echoed from underground, its deafening sound making people shiver with fear.
With this roar, a massive demonic shadow slowly rose from the underworld and appeared before everyone's eyes. The demonic shadow was over sixty feet tall, enveloped in a dense layer of black mist, obscuring its true form. However, the terrifying aura emanating from it was enough to make everyone feel suffocated and despairing.
Faced with the overwhelmingly powerful enemy before them, Mo Wenjie, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Rou, Xiao Ya Wen, Ding Yan, Tuobayingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, and the Golden Silkworm Fairy and others could not help but feel a heavy weight in their hearts. They realized clearly that the upcoming battle would be an unprecedentedly arduous and difficult struggle of historic proportions.
The enemy emitted an air of terror that made people's hearts palpitate, as if he was a demon from the depths of hell. The invisible pressure he exuded was enough to suffocate people. He stood tall and imposing, surrounded by a layer of black mist, making it difficult to discern his true appearance. It wasn't until everyone saw that it was the Dark Blood Lord.
Everyone exchanged glances, reading a hint of gravity and determination in each other's eyes. Even though everyone was aware that the battle ahead would likely end in tragedy, not a single one of them wavered. They understood that if they did not give their all, death would be their only fate.
Mo Wenjie gripped his longsword tightly, the blade gleaming with a chill under the sunlight; Huang Ling'er lightly caressed her soft whip, a glint of ferocity flashing in her eyes; Jiang Yu Rou's hands formed seals, preparing to cast her most proficient spell; Xiao Ya Wen held his lance, exuding an aura of valor; Ding Yan drew and nocked an arrow, aiming at the enemy's vulnerable spots; Tuobayingying twirled her double hammers, her aura as imposing as a stormy sky; Qin Xiaodie swung her short sword deftly, moving fluidly; Cao Chunling operated her puppets, prepared for battle in a defensive stance; while the Golden Silkworm Fairy summoned countless golden silkworms into being, creating a dense sea of insects ready to strike.
The great battle was about to break out, and the air seemed to freeze in place......
Mo Wenjie was the first to launch an attack, charging towards Black Blood Lord with lightning speed, his long sword flashing cold and sharp energy. Huang Ling'er followed closely behind, twisting and turning like a serpent as she struck Black Blood Lord with her soft whip. Jiang Yu Rou released her spell instantly, forming a myriad of ice spears that shot towards the shadowy figure. Xiao Ya Wen charged directly at his opponent with his spear, its tip glinting in the sunlight. Ding Yan shot an arrow that burned with flames as it flew out of his bowstring. Tuobayingying swung her double hammers fiercely, creating a gust of wind in their wake. Qin Xiaodie swung her short sword rapidly, creating a beautiful pattern of sword flowers. Cao Chunling directed her puppets to attack in unison, and the Golden Silkworm Fairy summoned countless golden silkworms to rain down upon the enemy in a blinding sea of insects.
However, the Dark Blood Lord simply sneered coldly. With a wave of his hands, the black mist solidified into a shield-like barrier, blocking all attacks. Following a bellowing roar, a surge of dark energy erupted forth, sending everyone stumbling backward several paces.
After regaining his balance, Mo Wenjie shouted, "Let's all gather our full strength and strike at the same point." The others understood his meaning and focused their most powerful abilities onto Mo Wenjie's sword. Suddenly, Mo Wenjie's sword glowed brilliantly, as if it were going to illuminate the entire space. He let out a loud cry and charged towards the enemy before him with lightning speed. Everyone else also unleashed their own unique techniques, following closely behind Mo Wenjie. For a moment, various shining lights converged, releasing powerful forces that formed an incredibly strong attack wave.
The Dark Blood Lord felt the immense power and his expression turned to terror. He tried to dodge but it was too late. The attack wave struck him instantly, producing a thunderous sound. The Dark Blood Lord's camp was instantly destroyed, and he was blasted into the air by the overwhelming force.
Mo Wenjie and his companions did not pause in their offensive. They surged forward like arrows from a bowstring, driven by an unyielding momentum, charging towards the Dark Blood Lord who struck fear into the hearts of all. Each of them bore eyes full of determination and resolve, as if they would not rest until the Dark Blood Lord was completely annihilated.
Mo Wenjie charged forward like a bolt of lightning, his figure agile and his steps solid and powerful. In hand, he tightly grasped the razor-sharp blade, its tip glinting with an icy chill that sent shivers down the spine, as if it could effortlessly slice through any obstacle in its path. With each swing of his arm, the blade swept through the air with blinding speed, carving out arcs of unparalleled sharpness. These arcs were like radiant meteors streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet leaving an indelible mark on the world.
With every step Mo Wenjie took, it was as if a heavy hammer were striking the ground, emitting a deep, resounding sound. The earth trembled slightly in response, as if fearing his unparalleled strength and unwavering determination. The followers who followed closely behind could also clearly feel this tremor, which traveled through the soil beneath their feet up into their bodies, making their hearts beat faster involuntarily and their blood begin to boil.
The Dark Blood Lord fell heavily to the ground, writhing in agony as he tried to get back up. However, he discovered that his internal energy was in disarray. Mo Wenjie, riding the momentum of his victory, soared into the air, brandishing his sword high overhead, ready to strike.
In that split second, the Dark Blood Lord, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shuddered and his powerful body unleashed a chilling and terrifying aura that seemed to stem from the depths of hell like a deluge bursting forth from a dam!
This aura was as if materialized, carrying an endless pressure and icy coldness that instantly enveloped the entire space. Standing nearby, Mo Wenjie was the first to be affected by this aura. In that instant, he felt difficulty in breathing, as if a heavy stone were pressing down on his chest. His heartbeat became abnormally heavy.
In that very moment, his previously normal complexion suddenly underwent a startling transformation, as if some mysterious and powerful force had drained all the blood from his face, causing it to instantly turn as pale as paper. At the same time, bead-like cold sweat began to seep from his forehead in an uncontrollable manner, trickling down his cheeks and leaving distinct streaks visible on his skin.
His legs, too, began to tremble violently as if they had lost all support. Each tremor was accompanied by a slight sway, causing one to worry that he might collapse to the ground at any moment. This trembling was not caused by cold or fear, but rather from an indescribable pain and discomfort deep within his body.
At this moment, a feeling of unprecedented discomfort filled his heart. It was as if countless extremely sharp needles were simultaneously plunging into the depths of his marrow, bringing on a wave of intense, bone-piercing pain. This pain was so strong that he could not completely suppress the moans that escaped him even as he clenched his teeth.
Worse still, there was a sense of suffocation akin to being held by an invisible giant hand around the throat. This hand seemed to possess boundless strength, firmly gripping his trachea and preventing air from entering his lungs smoothly. Each breath turned into a difficult struggle as Mo Wenjie desperately tried to inhale even the slightest bit of fresh oxygen, but it was always in vain.
In a moment of despair, a warm sensation began to emanate from Mo Wenjie's Dan Field. It was the effect of a spiritual pearl he had inadvertently acquired earlier. The pearl released a gentle glow, gradually dispelling the suffocating aura. Mo Wenjie gritted his teeth through the agony, channeling the remaining spiritual power within his body and stabilizing his stance with the aid of the pearl's energy.
Seeing this, the Dark Blood Lord roared in anger and charged again. Mo Wenjie's gaze was resolute as he infused the power of the spiritual pearl into his longsword, causing it to glow brightly. The other companions also regained their spirits and unleashed their ultimate techniques once more. Huang Ling'er's soft whip transformed into a dragon, Jiang Yu Rou condensed a massive ice spike, and together with the rest of them, they united to attack the Dark Blood Lord.
At that thrilling moment, despite the Dark Blood Lord's formidable strength, he was ultimately unable to withstand the relentless power of unity unleashed by all his opponents. Mo Wenjie, who had been biding his time for the perfect opportunity, seized the fleeting chance with his sharp intuition and precise judgment. In a blur of speed, he swung his longsword, flashing with a chilling glow, and drove it forward like lightning, piercing through the thick layer of dark mist surrounding the Dark Blood Lord.
As a crisp, clear note from the sword echoed through the heavens, the razor-sharp tip of the sword pierced directly into the Dark Blood Lord's chest without resistance. Instantly, blood splashed in all directions, as if a blooming blood-red flower was blossoming in the air. The Dark Blood Lord's eyes widened with disbelief as his face was filled with an expression of shock. He could not believe that he had been defeated so easily. However, it was too late; his tall figure slowly leaned back and finally fell heavily to the ground.
As the Dark Blood Lord's life force faded away, his body began to slowly become transparent and gradually dissipated into the void. With this, the thrilling and life-or-death intense battle came to a complete end. Mo Wenjie, who was valiant and fearless, as well as the others, successfully won this hard-fought victory. They exchanged glances with a smile of mutual respect and gratitude in their eyes.
