nashuaworldcup Chapter 197 Turning the Tide and Unknown Variables
Chapter 197 Turning the Tide and Unknown Variables
In the inky darkness of the black hole, black spears shot from the shadowy figure rained down like a storm, slamming into the group's shields. The shields flickered and hissed, as if they would be shattered by the fierce attack at any moment. Each impact made everyone's hearts tighten, as if the spears were not striking the shields, but piercing their hearts.
Huanmo gritted his teeth, channeling all his spiritual energy into the shield. Veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat poured down his face. "Hold on! Everyone, you must hold on!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the darkness with a desperate resolve. At this moment, his heart was filled with tension and anxiety. He knew that once the shield shattered, they would face the shadow's deadly attack, the consequences unimaginable. But at the same time, he silently prayed that Ling'er could successfully activate the hidden power of the scroll, bringing them a turning point.
Wanru's face was as pale as paper, her fingers dancing almost convulsively on the jade flute, the melody she played growing increasingly urgent. Spiritual energy blades swirled wildly around her, attempting to deflect the black spears that slipped through her shield. "We can't die here, absolutely not!" she roared inwardly. Though fear clung to her like a shadow, her will to survive and her sense of responsibility for her companions drove her to fight relentlessly.
The woman in white sat on the ground, her hands moving rapidly across the guqin. The music became chaotic and turbulent, a true reflection of her inner anxiety. Waves of spiritual energy surged like a raging tide, crashing against the dark forces surrounding the shadowy figure, attempting to weaken its attack. Her eyes shone with determination and resolve. Although her body swayed precariously from the pain and excessive consumption of spiritual energy, she persevered, giving her last ounce of strength for everyone's survival.
Ling'er closed her eyes tightly, completely immersed in communicating with the book. Her face was flushed red from intense focus, and large beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks. "I must succeed..." she repeated to herself, as if this was her only belief at that moment. Suddenly, she felt an unprecedentedly powerful force surging within the book, as if a long-dormant beast had finally been awakened.
"Brother Huanmo, I feel the power! I'm going to unleash it!" Ling'er shouted, her voice filled with surprise and nervousness. She suddenly opened her eyes, which flashed with golden light. The scroll in her hand shone brightly, and a dazzling golden beam shot into the sky, directly towards the dark figure.
The golden beam of light erupted with intense light the moment it touched the shadowy figure, and the dark energy surrounding the figure dissipated rapidly as if it had encountered its natural enemy. The shadowy figure let out a painful roar, and its body trembled violently.
"Now! Everyone, attack the shadowy figure's chest!" Huanmo shouted, seizing the fleeting opportunity. The sword in his hand shone brightly, carrying all his spiritual power, and pierced towards the shadowy figure's chest like a bolt of lightning.
Wanru immediately changed the tune, and spiritual energy wind blades, like sharp daggers, attacked the shadowy figure's chest. The woman in white also poured all her spiritual energy into the music, and a powerful wave of spiritual energy, like a surging torrent, followed closely behind, rushing towards the shadowy figure's chest.
The mysterious figure watched their surroundings warily, keeping watch for any possible counterattacks from the shadowy figure, while also providing necessary support to the group.
Under the combined attack of the group, cracks appeared on the armor on the shadowy figure's chest, emanating an eerie black light. However, just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the shadowy figure suddenly opened its blood-red maw, and an even more concentrated dark power surged from its mouth, instantly swallowing up everyone's attacks.
"Oh no, how did this dark power become even stronger?" Huanmo was startled, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart.
The shadowy figure's body gradually became blurred under the influence of dark power, leaving only a pair of eyes that flickered with an eerie red light, coldly watching the crowd.
In this critical moment when the shadowy figure unleashes even greater dark power, rendering everyone's attacks ineffective, can they find a way to break through before this powerful dark force attacks again? Why has the shadowy figure's power suddenly increased? And can they seize this opportunity to break through the shadowy figure's defenses, find a power that counters the runes, and escape this terrifying black abyss? Everything is fraught with unknowns and dangers, and everyone's fate hangs by a thread once more...