Dapeng's Time Travel Life

Chapter 281 Night Falls, Storm Changes

Zhang Peng and Xia Lijuan were engrossed in the treasures of the secret room, fully believing they were about to break through their predicament, completely unaware that an even greater crisis was quietly approaching.

At the entrance to the secret chamber, space abruptly distorted, and a chilling aura of darkness surged forth. There stood Fu Chunming, the Lord of the Night, clad in a black robe. The ink-black fabric was embroidered with mysterious and eerie golden runes, each rune shimmering with a faint, dim light, as if whispering tales of endless evil and mystery. He wore a golden mask, carved with a ferocious beast's face, and his deep, dark eyes, peering through the mask's gaps, shot out a cold, piercing gaze that sent chills down one's spine.

"We've finally found you." Fu Chunming's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from an endless abyss, with a chilling echo.

Cao Long, the Three-Second Taoist, followed closely behind. He was emaciated, his skin a sickly bluish-gray, as if eroded by dark forces over the years. His messy white hair flew wildly, and his eyes gleamed with an eerie light, as if concealing countless unspeakable secrets.

The Grand Eunuch Pan Liwei moved with small, hesitant steps. Though short in stature, he exuded a sinister yet ruthless aura. His magnificent eunuch robes appeared particularly eerie under the shadow of darkness. A faint, cold smile played on his lips, as if all things in the world were mere ants in his eyes.

Pan Liwei's male Daoist partner, Cui Mingjia, was tall and slender with a cold and stern face. A black, fitted outfit accentuated his agile figure, and a dagger gleaming faintly was tucked at his waist. Every move he made exuded ruthlessness and competence. His eyes held a deep longing as he followed Pan Liwei closely, as if there was an unspoken understanding between them.

"Hand over the treasure, and I'll spare your lives." Fu Chunming's voice echoed in the secret chamber, striking Zhang Peng and Xia Lijuan's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Zhang Peng's expression instantly turned serious. He quickly shielded Xia Lijuan behind him, his chaotic spiritual energy surging and colliding violently with the multicolored light and dark aura, creating visible ripples. Xia Lijuan was equally resolute, her hands rapidly forming hand seals, flame spiritual energy gathering in her palms, ready to face a fierce battle at any moment.

"Hmph, you're not qualified to have any treasures," Zhang Peng sneered, his voice firm and resolute.

Cao Long let out a strange laugh and launched the first attack. He moved his hands rapidly, chanting incantations, and the temperature in the secret chamber plummeted. Countless ice spikes appeared out of thin air, shooting towards Zhang Peng and Xia Lijuan like a torrential rain. The ice spikes were extremely sharp, leaving white streaks in the air wherever they went.

Zhang Peng's eyes sharpened, and he unleashed the "Phantom Step," his figure weaving through the ice spikes like a ghost. His speed was so great that he was almost invisible, only afterimages remaining. Xia Lijuan, on the other hand, used the "Fire Burst" technique, unleashing a massive burst of flame within the ice spikes, instantly melting the surrounding ice spikes and turning them into billowing steam.

Seeing this, Pan Liwei snorted coldly, quickly forming hand seals in front of his chest, and uttered a low shout: "Yin Demon Palm!" A cloud of black mist surged from his palm, rapidly condensing into a gigantic black hand, carrying a chilling aura, and slapped towards Zhang Peng and Xia Lijuan. Wherever the black hand passed, space seemed to be distorted, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

Zhang Peng dared not be careless. He activated the Chaos Spirit Technique and condensed a "Chaos Shield." Five-colored spiritual energy instantly formed a sturdy shield in front of him, blocking the attack of the black palm. However, the enormous impact still forced Zhang Peng and Xia Lijuan back several steps, leaving two deep footprints on the ground.

Taking advantage of the two men's unsteady footing, Cui Mingjia flashed behind Zhang Peng like a ghost, her dagger gleaming as she thrust it towards Zhang Peng's back. Xia Lijuan, with sharp eyes, cried out, "Brother Peng, be careful!" At the same time, she unleashed "Flame Impact," sending a pillar of flame hurtling towards Cui Mingjia.

Cui Mingjia spun around, easily dodging the pillar of flames, but her dagger didn't stop. Zhang Peng sensed the danger behind him, quickly turned around, and swung his spiritual sword to block Cui Mingjia's dagger. Sparks flew as the two weapons clashed.

Fu Chunming watched the battle unfold before him, a flicker of impatience in his eyes. He slowly raised his hand, a ball of black flame gathering in his palm, the flame seemingly containing endless pain and despair. This flame churned and rolled, the intense heat distorting the surrounding air.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless," Fu Chunming said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion. With that, he hurled the black flames at Zhang Peng and Xia Lijuan.

The black flame, like a shooting star, carrying an aura of destruction, instantly arrived before the two. Zhang Peng and Xia Lijuan's expressions changed drastically; they could feel the terrifying power contained within the flame. Zhang Peng gritted his teeth and circulated his chaotic spiritual power to its limit, causing the "Chaotic Shield" to shine brightly; Xia Lijuan also unleashed her "Flame Shield" with all her might, the two shields overlapping to try and withstand the attack of the black flame.

Boom! The black flames struck the shield, unleashing a deafening roar. The powerful impact sent Zhang Peng and Xia Lijuan flying, crashing heavily against the wall of the secret chamber. The wall instantly collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust. Their shields, too, teetered precariously under the force of the attack, on the verge of shattering at any moment.

Zhang Peng and Xia Lijuan struggled to their feet, a trickle of blood escaping from the corners of their mouths. They knew that facing such a powerful enemy, this battle would be incredibly difficult, but their eyes showed no fear, only determination and resolve.

"Brother Peng, what should we do?" Xia Lijuan asked in a low voice, her voice tinged with weariness, but more so with trust in Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a determined look in his eyes, "No matter how difficult it is, we cannot back down. I refuse to believe that we will fall into their hands today!" With that, he once again circulated his chaotic spiritual power, preparing to meet the enemy's next attack. At this moment, Fu Chunming and the others slowly approached them, and an even fiercer battle was about to erupt…