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The thunder talisman shimmered with a mysterious light, swirling and dancing in the air, emitting a buzzing sound.
"Quickly find the Gate of Life! These evil spirits are soldiers from the underworld!" she shouted anxiously, her voice filled with a sense of urgency, as if she were racing against time.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately tensed up and began to take refuge under the protection of the Thunder Star Chart and the Yin-Yang Pisces Barrier.
As they carefully search for the gateway to life that deciphers the projection of the underworld, a new challenge awaits them.
Luo Yuheng's urgent words still lingered in the air above the battlefield like a resounding melody.
As if a switch to destruction had been flipped, the ground beneath their feet suddenly and violently trembled without warning.
Immediately following, amidst a deafening roar, the ground seemed to be struck by an invisible giant hand from the depths of hell.
With unparalleled brute force, it tore open nine terrifying, bottomless abysses.
From the depths of the abyss, a thick stench of decay and an eerie atmosphere surged forth, instantly permeating the surroundings.
It was as if thousands of rotting corpses were decaying in the darkness, or as if imprisoned evil forces had found an outlet.
The aura was so intense it was almost tangible, making people instinctively cover their mouths and noses, their scalps tingling, and a shiver running through their very souls.
As the abyss appeared, seven enormous bronze coffins slowly emerged from the ground.
These coffins are simple and heavy in design, and their surfaces are covered with mysterious and eerie runes.
Each rune shimmered with a ghostly green light, as if imbued with an evil soul.
It silently tells ancient and forbidden secrets in the stillness, inspiring awe in those who behold it.
Even more terrifying, each coffin was perched on by a ghostly dragon greedily devouring the moonlight.
The Ghost-Faced Flood Dragon's body was as large as a mountain, and its scales shimmered with a chilling light, like sharp blades.
Their hideous faces were twisted and terrifying, and their blood-red vertical pupils revealed endless ferocity and bloodlust, as if they were demons from the deepest hell.
Every now and then, they would open their gaping maws and let out a deep, awe-inspiring roar.
The roar was like a series of heavy hammer blows, making the air vibrate and hum.
The surrounding sand and stones were shaken and fell in a rustling sound, and even space itself seemed to distort slightly under the terrifying sound waves.
Just as everyone was stunned by the horrifying scene before them, the High Priest of the Witch God Cult, Arungusa, appeared leisurely, riding on the waves of the Yellow Springs.
The Yellow Springs surged and roared, churning with black foam, exuding a strong aura of death.
It seems to connect the realms of Yin and Yang, bringing endless despair and fear to the human world.
The high priest of the Witch God Cult, Alungusa, was dressed in a black robe (Wang Zhaohao's), which fluttered in the wind. The mysterious runes embroidered on the robe shimmered with an eerie light, as if constantly drawing in the surrounding yin energy.
His face, which resembled that of an old man, was framed by a pair of cold, icy eyes that radiated indifference.
Those eyes were devoid of any warmth, like two deep wells in the cold night, sending chills down one's spine.
He held a strange, evil artifact in his hand, which was forged from half a Buddha's bone and half a Taoist sword.
Chapter 258 Battle!
The night was as black as ink, so thick it seemed as if water could drip from it. In the center of the deathly silent battlefield, the tall and eerie figure of the High Priest of the Witch God Cult, Arungusa, stood.
The evil weapon in his hand was like a bottomless black hole, continuously spewing out black mist.
In the mist, the mournful cries of wronged souls could be faintly heard. The sounds were sharp and shrill, as if countless invisible hands were tearing at people's souls.
High Priest Arungusa of the Witch God Cult was secretly delighted; he had waited far too long for this moment.
Once he fully controls the power of these evil spirits, he can dominate this world.
"Hmph, the power of these souls will become the foundation for me to reach the pinnacle."
A cold smile curled at the corner of the lips of the High Priest of the Witch God Cult, and 673 murmured softly.
Immediately afterwards, the high priest of the sorcery, Arungusa, raised the evil weapon high.
He muttered incantations in a low, hoarse voice, like sandpaper being rubbed together, or perhaps the roar of a demon breaking free from the depths of hell:
"Nine Netherworlds connect to the profound, all ghosts pay homage!" As the incantation was recited, his black robes fluttered and rustled without wind.
The surrounding yin energy seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, growing increasingly intense, like a bottomless pool of ink, constantly churning and boiling.
The cries of countless wronged souls surged from all directions, their voices filled with endless pain, resentment, and despair.
It was as if it were denouncing the injustices and torments it suffered during its lifetime.
Each cry was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of everyone present with chills, as if they were in a living hell.
Meanwhile, on another part of the battlefield, Janet was intently controlling the electromagnetic railgun.
Her eyes were firm and fervent, fixed on the muzzle of the cannon, as if it were her entire world.
Her heart pounded, her mind replaying the safety of her companions and the outcome of the battle.
"We absolutely cannot lose, we must protect everyone!" Janet vowed silently in her heart.
Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, large beads of sweat sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground at her feet, disappearing in an instant, but she was completely unaware of it.
At this moment, she was completely absorbed in controlling the electromagnetic railgun, as if she had become one with this powerful weapon.
The electromagnetic railgun was being overclocked to an insane level, the alchemical matrix engraved on its barrel shining as bright as day.
Each rune is like a ignited star, shimmering with dazzling energy.
These runes intertwine and flow, forming a mysterious and complex energy matrix.
It greedily absorbs the energy from its surroundings, providing a continuous and powerful source of power for the electromagnetic railgun.
"Relic: Longinus Mimicry!" Janet took a deep breath and shouted with all her might, her voice filled with power and determination.
In an instant, the electromagnetic railgun erupted with a powerful energy surge.
The entire cannon was enveloped in a dazzling light, so bright that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely dazzling beam of light shot out from the cannon muzzle, like a meteor tasked with destruction.
Trailing a long, luminous tail, and carrying immense, world-destroying power, it pierced the sky and shot towards the ghost-faced dragon and the Yin soldiers.
Wherever the beam of light touched, the air was instantly ionized, producing a hissing sound, like countless tiny snakes slithering through the air.
It left behind a long white trail, as if it had torn open a wound between heaven and earth that would never heal.
Chapter 259 Thousands of Thunder Feathers Against the Yin Soldiers!
At this moment, Jiang Fang gripped the Thunder Sword tightly. Facing this sudden crisis, there was no fear in her eyes, but rather a burning fighting spirit.
"I will never back down, I must protect this land!" Jiang Fang roared in her heart.
Suddenly, the Thunder Sword shone brightly, its light as dazzling as the sun, instantly illuminating the entire dim battlefield and revealing everything around it.
Then, a shocking scene unfolded: the Thunder Sword slowly disintegrated, transforming into countless lightning feathers, each shimmering with blue lightning.
They resembled stars falling from the sky, or countless sharp blades, buzzing in the air.
Jiang Fang looked at the Thunder Sword gradually dissipating in her hand, feeling no reluctance, only unwavering faith.
She swiftly drew lightning patterns on her palm, the blood spreading out and reflecting the lightning patterns, emitting an eerie yet powerful light.
She clasped her hands together abruptly, channeling all her spiritual energy. She felt the power surging within her like a tidal wave, and shouted, "Nine Heavens Thunder Prison - Open!"
Amidst the clamor and chaos of the battlefield, Jiang Fang's attack struck like a thunderclap, shocking everyone present.
In an instant, tens of thousands of lightning feathers seemed to be given life, or like warriors who had received the bugle call to charge, flying headlong towards the first three thousand Yin soldiers who rushed out.
These lightning feathers intertwined at an extremely high speed in the air, forming an impenetrable electric net in the blink of an eye.
Lightning flashed and sparks flew across the power grid, each bolt of lightning like the wrathful gaze of a god, containing a devastating power.
Faced with this sudden attack, the ghost soldiers were thrown into chaos.
They let out screams of agony, their voices filled with pain and terror. Under Lei Yu's frenzied attacks,
The ghostly soldiers' illusory bodies, like thin paper being blown by a strong wind, gradually became more transparent and illusory.
"No, how could this be..." a ghostly soldier let out a desperate roar, but its voice was quickly drowned out by the thunderous roar of the thunder.
In the end, these ghostly soldiers dissipated into the air under Lei Yu's attack, leaving only wisps of black smoke.
Like their restless souls, they are telling the story of their past existence.
Looking at her masterpiece, Jiang Fang felt a sense of satisfaction, but also knew that the battle was far from over.
"Although these ghostly soldiers have been repelled, there are definitely more powerful enemies behind them."
Asking for flowers
She clenched her fists, her gaze fixed firmly on the distance, ready to face the next challenge.
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Wei Changxuan felt the power within his body surging like a tidal wave.
"This power is too great..." He was both shocked and excited.
It was as if an endless energy was surging through his meridians.
His spine crackled and popped, a sound like the beating of an ancient war drum.
Each sound made his body tremble slightly, but it also made his fighting spirit rise even higher.
The Blood Shadow Blade suddenly merged into his right arm, becoming one with his body.
Wei Changxuan felt a heat in his right arm, and then mysterious lightning patterns appeared on his right arm.
Each lightning pattern resembled a nimble lightning serpent, traversing his skin and containing immense power.
"The Blood Shadow Blade has merged with me, allowing my power to reach a new level!"
He was secretly amazed.
Holding the Earth Book in my left hand, its pages turned automatically, emitting a soft glow.
The light seemed to contain boundless wisdom and power, as if telling him ancient secrets...
Chapter 260 The Six Paths of Asura!
His right hand reached directly into the vortex of lightning. Within that vortex, lightning flashed and sparks flew in all directions.
It's like a giant energy furnace, ready to devour everything at any moment.
"I must control the power within this vortex!" Wei Changxuan gritted his teeth, his heart filled with unwavering conviction.
"Ninefold Thunder Blade Final Form - Divine Punishment: Thunderstrike Across the Heavens!"