allonlinenovel Chapter 88 A miraculous spark breaks through the enemy's formation; despair turns into hope.
Chapter 88 A miraculous spark breaks through the enemy's formation; despair turns into hope.
Seeing Han Yi's increasingly powerful aura, Lu Xuefeng felt a chill run down his spine. But he was not to be outdone. He gritted his teeth and swung his spear again, attacking fiercely. This time, he used all his strength. The spear cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if it wanted to tear everything in front of him apart.
At that moment, Han Yi's eyes sharpened instantly, and his aura surged violently. An intensely hot power, seemingly capable of incinerating the heavens and earth, erupted from his body, causing the surrounding space to appear distorted and warped by the intense heat. He slowly raised his right hand, the movement seemingly slow, yet carrying an undeniable pressure. A tiny, yet seemingly all-consuming flame suddenly leaped from the tip of his index finger.
When the flame first appeared, it was only the size of a bean, but its color was astonishingly strange. It was a deep and pure orange-red, with shimmering golden light emanating from its edges, each flicker seeming to proclaim its extraordinary nature. The flame trembled slightly, and the surrounding air distorted violently due to its high temperature, emitting a piercing "sizzle" sound, like the low murmur of death, sending chills down one's spine.
Han Yi looked calmly at Lu Xuefeng, his eyes showing no fear, only boundless confidence and composure in control of everything.
With a flick of his finger, the small flame shot towards Lu Xuefeng like a wild horse, its speed as fast as a rocket cutting through the night sky, instantly closing in on Lu Xuefeng.
Lu Xuefeng initially didn't take the seemingly insignificant little flame to heart. He snorted coldly, raised his gun to parry with a disdainful expression, and secretly thought to himself that this was just a feint by Han Yi to bluff his way out of trouble.
His spear was a low-grade spiritual weapon; how could it possibly fear a mere flame? However, the instant the spear touched the flame, an incredibly high temperature surged forth like a raging torrent. Lu Xuefeng felt a sudden heat in his hand, a heat that seemed capable of scorching his very soul. Without hesitation, he released the spear. Then, in the blink of an eye, his once-proud spear turned to ashes, leaving not a trace.
Lu Xuefeng's face was filled with disbelief. His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too shocked by the astonishing scene to speak. He frantically retreated to avoid the flames, but the flames clung to him like maggots, and he couldn't shake them off no matter how he tried. The flames seemed to have a life of their own, relentlessly mocking his inescapable fate.
Despair gripped Lu Xuefeng's heart. He had never witnessed such a bizarre scene. The tiny flame not only instantly destroyed his weapon but also relentlessly pursued him. He felt like a mouse before a cat, a profound sense of powerlessness washing over him. In his panic, he frantically grasped at straws like a drowning man, frantically pulling out several magical artifacts from his storage bag to fight back.
The first magical artifact was a shield gleaming with a cold light, covered in complex and profound runes. Its shimmering light clearly indicated it was no ordinary item, undoubtedly a powerful defensive weapon. However, the instant the flame touched the shield, the runes on it instantly dimmed, like stars swallowed by darkness. Then, the entire shield melted rapidly, like ice meeting intense heat, turning into a pool of molten iron that sizzled and splashed onto the ground.
Undeterred, Lu Xuefeng hastily produced another jade pendant. The pendant emitted a soft light, slowly hovering before him, forming a seemingly sturdy light barrier that gave a warm and reassuring feeling. However, this seemingly indestructible light barrier was as fragile as paper before the flames, instantly pierced, and the jade pendant shattered, turning into powder that scattered in the air.
As the jade pendant shattered, Lu Xuefeng, while retreating, produced another folding fan. The fan, once unfolded, released a powerful gust of wind, howling and attempting to blow away the flames. However, the wind, upon encountering the flames, not only had no effect but seemed to fuel the fire, causing it to intensify and instantly engulf the fan, leaving only a handle in Lu Xuefeng's hand.
Seeing his precious magical treasures so easily destroyed by the small flame, Lu Xuefeng's forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks. His eyes revealed helplessness and despair. Now he could only hope for the life-saving restriction set up by his sect.
Just when he was at his wit's end and filled with despair, the little flame suddenly changed its attack and headed towards the woman in purple.
This woman in purple was the top outer disciple of the Kui Xin Sect, one of the two major sects in the Hua Kingdom, and her strength was no weaker than Lu Xuefeng's. Seeing the small flame attack, she wasn't initially too panicked; a hint of confidence flashed in her eyes. After all, she had cultivated in the Kui Xin Sect for many years and had seen many powerful spells and magical treasures, believing she was capable of dealing with this sudden attack. She thought to herself, "What can a mere flame do to me? I am the top outer disciple of the Kui Xin Sect."
She reacted swiftly, her hands forming rapid hand seals as she chanted incantations at an alarming pace, as if reciting some mysterious spell. Instantly, four low-grade spiritual treasures appeared before her: a gleaming flying sword, an ancient bronze mirror, an exquisite gourd, and a warm, smooth jade pendant. Each treasure radiated a unique light, revealing its extraordinary nature.
The flying sword shot out first, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, swiftly stabbing towards the small flame with lightning speed, leaving a trail of cold light. However, as the flying sword approached the small flame, its blade was instantly melted by the high temperature, turning into a pool of molten iron that spilled onto the ground, steaming hot.
The bronze mirror then emitted a dazzling beam of light, attempting to reflect the small flame back. The light was as bright as the sun, illuminating the entire battlefield. But upon touching the flame, the light was instantly consumed by it, and the bronze mirror shattered, its fragments scattering everywhere.
A powerful stream of water shot out from the gourd, surging forth like a water dragon, attempting to extinguish the flames. But the moment the water touched the flames, it evaporated into vapor and vanished without a trace, leaving only a white mist.
The jade pendant then released a thick shield, enveloping the woman in purple. The shield appeared incredibly sturdy, radiating a soft light, as if it could withstand any attack. However, under the attack of the flames, the shield lasted less than a breath before shattering like glass, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating into the air.
This scene terrified the woman in purple; her face turned extremely pale, as if she had witnessed her own doom.