A Fantasy Love Story Across the Warring States Period

Chapter 135 Skeleton Attack and a Struggle for Life

The eerie skulls, glowing with an unsettling light and illuminated by strange blue flames, slowly drifted towards the group. Their empty eye sockets seemed to lead into an endless abyss of darkness, and with each approach, the surrounding air grew increasingly icy and biting, as if instantly dragging them into an ice cellar in the dead of winter. The surrounding trees continued to sway violently, their branches rustling against each other, creating a sound like ghostly whispers, adding to the terrifying atmosphere of the gloomy scene.

Huanmo felt a chill run down her spine as she watched the approaching skulls, but her eyes held a stubborn and resolute determination; she refused to show weakness in the face of such danger. "Hmph, whatever evil creatures they are, daring to block our path, we'll make sure they never return!" she silently encouraged herself. She gripped her sword tightly again, channeling spiritual energy through her arm into the blade, causing it to shine brightly—a beacon of hope in the dim light. However, she knew these skulls were formidable; her spiritual energy hadn't fully recovered after her fierce battle with the black panther, making this fight extremely difficult.

Wanru stood beside Huanmo, her brows furrowed, her grip on the jade flute tightening. He stared at the skulls, his mind racing, trying to devise a solution, but couldn't think of anything particularly effective. "These skulls exude an evil aura; ordinary methods might not suffice. I'll have to test them first," he mused, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but he ignored them. Taking a deep breath, he blew on the jade flute, a melody of spiritual energy transforming into blades that shot towards the skulls, testing their strength.

Ling'er hid behind the gray-robed old man, her hands tightly covering her eyes, her body trembling like a leaf, yet she couldn't help but peek out through her fingers. She was terrified, praying incessantly that these horrible things would disappear quickly. "Grandpa, they're so scary! What should we do?" she asked, her voice trembling with helplessness and fear. The book in her arms was soaked with tears, but she knew that the only way to cope was for everyone to work together.

The gray-robed old man, leaning on his cane, stared intently at the skulls. The gem at the tip of his cane emitted a faint glow, barely illuminating a small area around him. "I've lived this long, and I've never been afraid of any ghosts or monsters. Today, I will protect the children," he gritted his teeth, releasing a spiritual shield with his cane to protect everyone. He then pulled several talismans radiating spiritual energy from his robes, chanting incantations as he tossed them towards the skulls. The talismans ignited in mid-air, transforming into flames that surged towards the skulls, instantly engulfing the foremost ones in a sea of ​​fire.

However, the skulls were not greatly affected after being surrounded by flames. Instead, the blue flames in their eye sockets burned even more fiercely, making a piercing "crackling" sound, and they continued to float towards the group despite the flames, without slowing down at all.

Seeing this, Huanmo let out a delicate shout and charged towards the skull. Her movements were agile, and she wielded her sword, unleashing sharp sword energy that slashed at the skull. The sword energy swept past and collided with the skull, sparks of eerie light flying everywhere. However, the skulls were only slightly pushed back and quickly surrounded her again, as if they possessed endless resilience.

Wanru's heart tightened. He knew he couldn't rely solely on such attacks; he needed to find their weak points. He continued playing his jade flute, using his spiritual energy blades to disrupt the skulls' movements, while carefully observing their actions, trying to find an opening. Suddenly, he noticed that whenever the skulls clustered together, the flames in their eye sockets flickered erratically, as if that was their key.

"Huanmo, attack the flames in their eye sockets, that might be their vital spot!" Wanru shouted, her voice echoing through the eerie forest, filled with urgency and hope.

Upon hearing this, Huanmo immediately understood Wanru's meaning. Seizing the opportunity, she charged towards the group of skulls gathered together, her sword precisely aimed at the blue flames in the eye sockets of one of the skulls. The moment the blade touched the flames, the skull let out a sharp scream, the blue flames instantly extinguished, and the entire skull turned into a pile of bones scattered on the ground.

Seeing that this method was effective, everyone was overjoyed and followed Huanmo's example, launching attacks on the flames in the skull's eye sockets. In an instant, spiritual blades, sword energy, and various spiritual attacks were all aimed at the skull's vital points. Accompanied by shrill screams, the skull was continuously destroyed, and more and more bones lay on the ground.

Just when everyone thought they could easily deal with the skulls, the remaining skulls suddenly gathered together. The flames in their eye sockets merged and formed a huge blue fireball. The fireball emitted a powerful evil aura and roared towards the group. Wherever it passed, the ground was scorched with black marks. The intense heat made everyone feel as if they were in a sea of ​​fire, which was unbearable.

Huanmo's expression changed, and she shouted, "Everyone be careful, get out of the way!" With that, she pulled Wanru beside her and dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack of the blue fireball. The gray-robed elder also hurriedly led Ling'er to the other side, but the fireball seemed to have the ability to track, turning in the air and chasing after them again.

Everyone could only scramble to avoid the attack while trying to think of a way to deal with it. Wanru was extremely anxious. Looking at the approaching blue fireball, an idea struck her. She said to Huanmo, "If we combine our spiritual power to attack it, perhaps we can break it apart!"

Huanmo nodded, and the two immediately stopped, turned to face the blue fireball, and unleashed their strongest attack, channeling all their spiritual power. The spiritual power collided with the fireball, bursting into a dazzling light. The powerful impact caused everyone to lose their footing, flying backward and crashing to the ground.

As the light gradually faded, the group struggled to their feet and looked towards the spot where the blue fireball had been. Smoke filled the area, and it was unclear whether the fireball had been successfully dispersed.

Just as everyone watched nervously, a low laugh suddenly came from within the smoke, echoing through the forest and sending chills down their spines. Then, a tall figure slowly emerged from the smoke, its face obscured, but emanating an even more powerful aura of evil.

Who is this mysterious figure that suddenly appeared? What terrifying methods does it possess? Can the group escape this calamity once again and continue their treacherous journey to find the key to the artifact? Everything has plunged into deeper unknowns and crises, awaiting the group to uncover the mystery…