allonlinenovel Chapter 382 A desperate battle, where is the dawn?
Chapter 382 A desperate battle, where is the dawn?
The pillar of black flames, like a raging inferno, swept towards Huanmo and the others with overwhelming force. Wherever the flames passed, space seemed to be kneaded and twisted by a giant, scorching hand, emitting eerie black cracks and a chilling hissing sound. The temperature inside the hall instantly soared, as if it would reduce everything to ashes.
Huanmo felt a scorching and malevolent aura wash over him, his heart gripped as if by an invisible, burning hand, fear and anxiety surging within him like a tidal wave. But he knew he couldn't panic now. Suppressing his fear, he shouted, "Everyone, concentrate your strength! Defend with all your might!" He swiftly held his divine artifact horizontally in front of him, channeling its remaining power to attempt to construct a shield of light. However, against the oncoming pillar of black flames, the artifact's light seemed so weak; the shield flickered erratically under the intense heat, appearing as if it might shatter at any moment.
Yi Chen gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands gripping the broken spear tightly. Despite the previous battle leaving him battered and exhausted, his strength and spiritual energy nearly depleted, his eyes still shone with determination and resolve. "Come on! I will not fall easily!" He plunged the broken spear into the ground to stabilize himself, simultaneously channeling his remaining spiritual energy into the spear with all his might. The spearhead gleamed with a faint blue light, attempting to withstand the onslaught of the black pillar of flame. But he knew in his heart that this was merely a last-ditch effort; their situation was already extremely precarious.
The woman in white was deathly pale, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes. She knew the crisis before her was almost insurmountable, but the instinct for survival wouldn't allow her to give up. She gripped the ribbon tightly, trying to wrap it around herself and her companions, offering them a sliver of protection. However, in the terrifying heat, the ribbon curled slightly, seemingly on the verge of turning to ashes. "Are we really... without hope?" Her voice trembled with sobs, filled with despair and helplessness, but looking at her comrades fighting alongside her, a faint flame of hope rekindled within her.
The mysterious figure frowned, his eyes revealing unprecedented gravity. He knew that in their current state, directly confronting the black pillar of flame was virtually impossible. But as the most experienced among them, he had to calmly think and find a glimmer of hope. "We can't just sit here and wait to die... there must be a way!" he muttered to himself, his hands rapidly forming hand seals while chanting incantations. Golden runes flew from his hands, attempting to construct a runic shield in front of the group, to complement Illusionary Ink's radiant shield and enhance their defense. But the runes hissed the moment they touched the black pillar of flame, their light gradually dimming, seemingly on the verge of dissipating.
The pillar of black flames slammed into the shields of light and runes, unleashing a deafening roar that shook the entire hall. The shields trembled violently under the powerful impact, their light and runes flickering erratically, threatening to shatter at any moment. Huanmo and the others felt an immense pressure bearing down on them, as if an invisible mountain of fire was pressing down on them, making it difficult to breathe and causing excruciating burning pain in their bodies.
"Hold on! We'll find a way!" Huanmo gritted his teeth, doing everything he could to maintain the shield. Sweat poured down his forehead, soaking his clothes. But his eyes remained fixed on the black pillar of flames ahead, trying to find a weakness in the raging fire.
Just as the shield was about to shatter, the mysterious figure's eyes suddenly lit up. He noticed that as the black pillar of fire approached the group, the flames were relatively weaker at the base where it touched the ground. It seemed that less energy was allocated there to maintain the massive shape of the pillar. "Phantom Ink, attack the base of the pillar of fire! It's relatively weak there; perhaps we can break it!" the mysterious figure shouted, simultaneously increasing the power of the runic shield to buy Phantom Ink time to attack.
Huanmo was overjoyed and immediately focused his mind, guiding the power of the divine artifact to condense the light into a sharp lightsaber, which he shot towards the base of the pillar of flames. Yichen also saw an opportunity. Enduring the pain, he struggled to pull out the broken spear and hurled it with all his might towards the base of the pillar of flames. The broken spear transformed into a blue streak of light, closely following the lightsaber.
The woman in white, suppressing her fear and despair, condensed the power of the ribbon into a white blade and shot it towards the base of the pillar of fire. The three attacks struck the base of the pillar of fire almost simultaneously, and the black flames emitted a strange, twisting sound. A small crack appeared at the base, and some of the flames began to dissipate.
"Keep attacking, widen the crack!" Huanmo shouted excitedly. Encouraged, everyone intensified their attacks. Huanmo continuously guided the divine artifact to unleash its light attacks, while Yichen quickly picked up the broken spear and charged towards the base of the pillar of fire again, constantly swinging the spear to attack the crack at its base. The woman in white danced with her ribbons, which transformed into streaks of white light that attacked the crack. The mysterious figure rapidly changed hand seals, concentrating golden runes to attack the base of the pillar of fire.
Under the combined attack of everyone, the cracks at the base of the pillar of fire gradually widened, and more flames began to dissipate. However, the mysterious figure seemed to sense the danger. It let out an angry roar, and the pillar of fire suddenly stopped advancing and began to tumble violently, as if it were regrouping its power.
Immediately afterward, the pillar of fire shot towards the group again. This time, the fire was faster and more powerful, and seemed to be infused with an even more malevolent aura. Wherever the fire pillar passed, the already distorted spatial rifts widened further, as if the entire hall was about to be engulfed by this terrifying flame.