nashuaworldcup Chapter 268 Desperate Counterattack and Mysterious Resurgence
Chapter 268 Desperate Counterattack and Mysterious Resurgence
The dark backlash, amplified by the absorption of its power by the dark defense, surged towards Huanmo and the others like a runaway prehistoric beast, unleashing a devastating force. The air within the cave seemed to be instantly sucked out, then filled with dark power, creating a suffocating atmosphere.
Huanmo felt an irresistible impact hit him, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily against the cave wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The divine artifact's light vanished under the force of the impact, flying out of his hand. "No..." he cried out in despair, watching his companions sway in the darkness, overwhelmed by a torrent of self-reproach and pain. "I've dragged them all down; I couldn't protect them." At this moment, his body was extremely weak, but his heart was filled with resentment.
Ling'er's petite body swayed in the darkness like a withered leaf in the wind, completely consumed by fear. "Brother Huanmo..." she cried out hoarsely, tears blurring her vision, but she could only watch helplessly as the darkness engulfed everyone.
Wanru and the woman in white embraced tightly, trying to support each other against the darkness, but the force was too strong. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and blood spilled from the corners of their mouths. Wanru gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment: "Are we really going to..." The woman in white closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, yet she still endured the pain.
The guardian's light dimmed further in the darkness, his body swaying precariously, yet he still exerted all his strength to cast a final defensive spell. "This dark power far exceeds expectations, is there truly no way to turn the tide?" His heart was filled with helplessness and despair.
Just as everyone was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, a faint light flickered in the darkness. It was the light emanating from the scroll in Ling'er's hand. Though as faint as a firefly, it brought a glimmer of hope to everyone in this endless darkness.
When Huanmo saw this glimmer of light, his heart skipped a beat, as if he had grasped the last straw. "Don't give up, everyone! Ling'er's scroll still has power!" he shouted with his last ounce of strength, his voice echoing in the darkness, carrying a trembling hope.
Hearing Huanmo's call, Ling'er suppressed her fear and pain, focusing her mind to guide the power of the scroll. Her hands trembled, tears streaming down her face, but her eyes gradually hardened. "Brother Huanmo, I will try my best..." With her efforts, the light from the scroll grew stronger, dispelling a small patch of darkness around them.
Wanru and the woman in white rekindled their hope. They helped each other to their feet, gathering their last bit of spiritual energy. Wanru looked at the light emanating from the scroll, her eyes shining with determination: "Together, we can definitely do it!" The woman in white nodded slightly, her lips trembling, but she poured her spiritual energy into the light without hesitation.
The guardian took a deep breath, merging his last strength into the light. "This may be our last chance, give it our all!" His voice, though weak, was filled with determination.
With everyone's combined efforts, the light from the scroll grew stronger and stronger, gradually forming a shield of light that resisted the backlash from the darkness. The light and darkness fought against each other, erupting with dazzling bursts of light and booming sounds.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huanmo retrieved the divine artifact. He sensed a trace of power remaining within it, resonating with the light of the scroll. "Everyone, follow me! Let's gather our power into the artifact. With the help of the scroll's light, perhaps we can break through the darkness!" he shouted, his eyes rekindling with fighting spirit.
The crowd responded swiftly, channeling their power into Huanmo. Huanmo gripped the divine artifact tightly with both hands, merging the power of the crowd with the artifact's own, and then thrust it fiercely towards the area where the dark power was most concentrated.
"Break!" Huanmo roared, and the divine artifact shone brightly, tearing through the darkness's defenses like a sharp blade. The dark power was briefly thrown into disarray by this attack, and the shield of light seized the opportunity to expand, forcing the dark power back a bit.
Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed. "Keep attacking, we're almost there!" Ling'er shouted excitedly, her voice filled with the joy of surviving a disaster and the desire for victory.
However, just when everyone thought victory was in sight, a low roar suddenly came from the depths of the cave. Immediately afterwards, an even more powerful dark force surged out from the depths, a force that seemed to carry endless resentment and a will to destroy, instantly shattering the advantage that everyone had just gained.
In the darkness, a gigantic figure slowly emerged, its outline indistinct yet exuding a chilling aura. "What...what is this?" Wanru exclaimed in terror, her voice filled with fear.
Huanmo's heart sank. He could sense that this newly emerged dark power was even more terrifying than the previous one. "Everyone be careful, this power is dangerous!" He gripped his divine weapon tightly, watching the enormous figure warily.
Ling'er's body trembled again, fear clinging to her like a shadow. "Brother Huanmo, what should we do?" Her eyes were filled with helplessness.
Having just survived a fierce battle, their strength nearly exhausted, how will they cope with this suddenly appearing, powerful dark force? What exactly is this mysteriously resurrected dark power? Can they survive this renewed crisis and find a way to defeat the darkness? Everything remains uncertain. The fear of the unknown, like a thick veil of gloom, once again envelops them, and their fate hangs by a thread...