freenovelworld Chapter 206 The Mystery of the Light and the Desperate Counterattack
Chapter 206 The Mystery of the Light and the Desperate Counterattack
Huanmo gazed at the strange light emanating from Ling'er's scroll, a faint hope rising in his heart. However, the excruciating pain in his body and the powerful oppressive feeling emanating from the shadowy figure made him dare not harbor too many expectations. Inside the black hole, the darkness, like thick ink, churned eerily under the light, as if filled with fear and resistance towards it.
"This light... could it be a turning point?" Huanmo murmured softly, blood seeping from his cracked lips. He forced himself to endure the excruciating pain, his gaze fixed on the moment the light clashed with the shadow. At this moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions; he hoped the light could turn the tide, yet he also worried that this was just a brief calm before the shadow's attack.
Ling'er was equally bewildered. She stared at the scroll in her hand, which was radiating brilliant light, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion. "Brother Huanmo, I...I don't know what's going on." Her voice trembled with tears, and her little hands unconsciously gripped the scroll tightly, as if it were their last lifeline.
Wanru struggled to her feet, her eyes still resolute despite her severe injuries. "No matter what this light is, we can't just sit here and wait to die. While the shadowy figure is drawn to the light, we'll prepare to attack again." She knew that at this moment, even the slightest chance must be seized with all her might.
The woman in white nodded slightly, gently stroking the zither, attempting to gather her remaining spiritual energy. Her face was ashen, and every movement was extremely difficult, but for everyone's sake, she gritted her teeth and persevered. "However, our spiritual energy has been greatly depleted; this attack must be more precise and more powerful."
The mysterious man frowned, his gaze shifting between the light and the shadow, seemingly deep in thought. "This light might have a deeper connection to the power of the scroll's inheritance. We must seize this opportunity to attack the shadow's weakness and try to defeat it in one fell swoop."
At Wanru's suggestion, everyone endured their pain and began to gather their last strength. Huanmo gripped his sword tightly, feeling the dwindling spiritual energy within him, silently praying for the success of this attack. Looking at his equally resolute companions, he secretly vowed that even if it cost him his last ounce of strength, he would protect everyone.
The strange light and the shadowy figure were locked in a stalemate. The shadowy figure roared angrily, its black hands flailing before the light, yet it could not break through its barrier. The light acted as a solid shield, neutralizing the shadowy figure's attacks one by one.
"Now!" Huanmo shouted, seizing the opportunity. He channeled his gathered spiritual power into the sword and charged towards the unhealed crack on the shadowy figure's wrist. The sword gleamed faintly, appearing so small in the darkness, yet filled with unwavering resolve.
Wanru placed the jade flute to her lips and played a deep yet stirring melody. The power of inheritance and spiritual energy converged in the flute's sound, transforming into sharp wind blades that followed Huanmo closely, flying towards the shadowy figure. The wind blades whistled, cutting through the surrounding darkness with a hissing sound.
The woman in white infused her last bit of spiritual energy into the guqin. The music began, but this time it was no longer melodious; instead, it was filled with a do-or-die spirit. The spiritual energy wave, like a spear, pierced straight towards the shadowy figure's weak point.
Ling'er exerted all her strength, further fusing the light and inherited power within the scroll. This not only strengthened her defense against the strange light of the shadow but also allowed her to allocate some of her power to enhance her companions' attacks. Her face flushed red, and her forehead was covered in sweat, her mind focused on only one thought: to help everyone defeat the shadow.
The mysterious figure rapidly formed hand seals while chanting incantations. A mysterious runic power flew from his hands, merging into the group's attack. The rune shimmered with a mysterious light in the air, adding an air of mystical power to this final assault.
The attacks from the group surged towards the shadowy figure's wrist like a torrent. The shadowy figure seemed to sense the deadly threat, frantically twisting its body in an attempt to evade the attacks. However, the strange light clung to it like a leech, preventing it from completely avoiding the group's assault.
"Boom!" The attack struck the shadowy figure's wrist again, instantly widening the existing crack. Black liquid flowed from the crack, resembling the shadowy figure's blood. The shadowy figure let out a shrill scream, its black hand hanging limply at its sides, and its entire body began to tremble violently.
Huanmo and the others were overjoyed, believing victory was in sight. However, at that moment, the shadowy figure suddenly unleashed a powerful dark force. This force, centered on the shadowy figure, spread wildly outwards, instantly scattering everyone's attacks.
Huanmo felt an overwhelming force strike him; he had no time to dodge and was sent flying again. He crashed heavily to the ground, his vision blurred, and he nearly fainted. Wanru, the woman in white, Ling'er, and the mysterious man were also severely injured and lay motionless on the ground.
Inside the black hole, the forces of darkness once again took over. The shadowy figure slowly raised its head, its eyes flashing with an even more frenzied light. Despite its severe injuries, its aura grew increasingly terrifying. It approached the group step by step, each step causing the black hole to tremble.
Huanmo watched the approaching shadow, his heart filled with despair. They had tried their best, but still couldn't stop the shadow's frenzied counterattack. Were they really going to perish here? He looked at his wounded companions beside him, his heart filled with self-blame and resentment.
Just as the shadowy figure was about to approach the group, the scroll in Ling'er's hand shone brightly once more. This time, ancient characters and patterns emerged from the light, seemingly possessing some mysterious power that caused the surrounding dark forces to tremble.
What do these ancient characters and symbols represent? Can they help them turn the tide in this desperate situation? How will the shadowy figure react to these new developments? Everything remains uncertain; their fate hangs in the balance, their lives hanging in the balance...