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It suddenly stopped moving, solidified its shape, and hovered in mid-air.
No longer possessing even the slightest threat, it has instead become a peculiar and beautiful sight for viewers to admire...
Chapter 79: Emperor Yuanjing and the Witch God Cult unite in a fierce battle!
The second-rank Rain Master was surprised to see his water dragon so easily neutralized.
But then a cold smile appeared on his lips, clearly indicating that he had anticipated this.
He suddenly swung both palms forward, and the previously frozen ice dragon...
Upon contact with this new spiritual energy, it quickly transformed into flowing water, reforming into an even more ferocious water dragon.
They pounced on Luo Yuheng even faster than before, as if carrying the power to devour everything.
Feeling the immense pressure emanating from ahead, Luo Yuheng's heart involuntarily tightened.
But she did not let the fear take hold of her.
Based on her years of experience, she knew that she must not panic when facing such a formidable enemy.
Immediately, Luo Yuheng mobilized the surging spiritual power within his body, condensing it into an incomparably sturdy spiritual energy shield in front of him.
To defend against the impending attack.
With several deafening impacts, the barrier made of pure spiritual energy began to show cracks, proving the strength of the opponent.
Despite the critical situation, Luo Yuheng did not give up the fight.
Instead, she took a deep breath, focused her mind to increase her power output, and did her best to maintain the presence of the light barrier.
Just as the two sides were deadlocked, inspiration suddenly came to Luo Yuheng's mind.
Without hesitation, she swiftly formed hand seals and uttered the single word "引" (yin).
Suddenly, those seemingly ubiquitous water jets appeared to be controlled by some unseen force.
They changed direction and rushed towards the location where the attack had been launched—it was that second-rank rain master!
This change was completely beyond the other party's expectations, causing the Second-Rank Rain Master's expression to change drastically.
Emergency defensive measures had to be taken:
He hurriedly used all his strength to build another transparent shield.
Even so, when the surging torrent crashed against it, it still produced an astonishing sound.
And the huge waves that splashed across the sky showed that the defensive perimeter was beginning to crumble.
Seeing the once-powerful Witch God Cult fall into such a predicament, Emperor Yuanjing was extremely anxious.
If he fails in this battle, it will not only mean the end of his personal fate, but more importantly, the collapse of the entire power system behind him.
Thinking of this, Emperor Yuanjing's eyes turned unusually cold, and he decided to personally join the war to change the status quo.
He quickly made hand seals while chanting incantations, and his entire body was instantly enveloped by an unprecedented pressure.
At the same time, having sensed the change in the situation, the Prince of Zhenbei, who had been enduring the pain and standing by watching the battle, no longer hesitated.
Although the wound on his arm had not yet healed, he still resolutely chose to join the battle.
Only the deep-seated hatred for the enemy sustained him through every difficult action.
Wei Changxuan, who witnessed this scene, immediately realized the danger.
When people face desperate situations, they often reveal a frightening side.
His gaze slowly shifted to the Grand Preceptor, who was fighting alongside him. The two exchanged a tacit understanding through their eyes:
Their eyes revealed an unwavering determination.
"Imperial Advisor, be careful! These two seem to have been driven to a corner; they might really resort to desperate measures!"
Wei Changxuan's voice was urgent and full of worry as he loudly reminded him, his words containing both a warning of the impending threat and his deep concern for Luo Yuheng's safety.
Luo Yuheng tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with determination.
He responded with a subtle yet resolute smile at the corner of his lips:
"Young Master Wei, rest assured, even if we use up our last bit of strength and our last drop of blood today, we will never give them the chance to harm anyone."
Her answer was concise and powerful, as inspiring as a ray of dawn piercing through thick dark clouds.
In that split second, only the words of Emperor Yuanjing and Prince Zhenbei could be heard.
Almost simultaneously, they let out a deafening roar.
The voice seemed to be squeezed from the depths of the soul, filled with rage and determination.
Immediately afterwards, they were seen charging madly towards the location of Wei Changxuan and Luo Yuheng—the former suddenly thrust his right hand into a hidden corner in the void.
He then pulled out a scepter as black as ink, its surface covered with intricate and complex engravings.
Furthermore, symbols and marks that contain infinite mysteries.
It shimmered under the light of darkness, exuding a chilling and eerie aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Without hesitation, Emperor Yuanjing brandished his magical weapon, and instantly several dark and profound spiritual energies surged forth from the tip of the staff, directly attacking his opponent.
On the other side, the Prince of Zhenbei chose to fight with his bare hands, unleashing a surge of powerful energy from his entire body.
His arms were bulging with veins and muscles, and thick aura swirled around his fists.
The black, malevolent mist, almost solidified into a physical form,
Each step felt as heavy as if it could smash a deep crater into the ground.
Faced with such a powerful and even deadly combination of attacks, Wei Changxuan and Luo Yuheng showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, they became even more composed and calm.
The two reacted quickly and each engaged their enemy.
Wei Changxuan's feet traced mysterious paths, leaping lightly between the intersection of void and reality.
They skillfully avoided the relentless barrage of spiritual energy attacks from Emperor Yuanjing, which swept across the land like a tsunami.
At the same time, he kept an eye on his surroundings while looking for an opportunity to launch a thunderous counterattack and deliver a heavy blow to the enemy.
At the same time, Luo Yuheng, a woman who is no less courageous and bold than any man, has shown amazing perseverance and strength.
With a gentle wave of her hands, a layer of transparent yet exceptionally solid material appeared.
A gentle, radiant energy barrier instantly materialized in front of her, effectively neutralizing the destructive impact of the Northern King's attack, which was accompanied by the force of wind and thunder.
By observing the subtle changes in the opponent's offensive patterns, they attempt to find the best opportunity to break through or counterattack.
As time passed, the once relatively calm street...
It has completely become a battlefield for fierce fighting between the two sides, and the entire scene is filled with a suffocating sense of pressure.
Even the air seemed to be filled with an intense, lingering smell of gunpowder.
And the lingering scent of sparks from the clash of metal.
Due to the continuous and powerful fluctuations released by the four powerful individuals,
Countless houses in the surrounding area suffered severe damage in succession, with their fragile walls collapsing and breaking into piles of rubble scattered on the surrounding debris.
Even solid soil could not escape the damage under such extreme conditions, developing a network of deep, crisscrossing fissures.
Nevertheless, many local residents risked their lives to hide at a distance and watch the entire battle unfold.
I silently pray that the heroes' chances of victory will come soon, and I long to return to the peaceful and tranquil life we once had.
The battle intensified, and the entire battlefield seemed to transform into a chaotic vortex.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt earth and flashes of electricity.
That powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy was like an invisible hand, engulfing everything in the world within it.
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It creates a suffocating sense of oppression.
With each clash of skills, the surrounding ancient houses vanished into nothingness in an instant.
Even dust could hardly be found to leave a trace;
The solid foundation looked as if it had been torn apart by a giant monster, with countless deep cracks appearing, some even reaching the earth's core.
It felt as if the whole world was about to fall apart.
The civilians who had gathered to watch from a distance, though far removed from the carnage,
But the look of terror on their faces was still undeniable.
Many people closed their eyes tightly, unable to bear looking at the horrific scene any longer.
He continued to chant prayers to the gods, asking them to bless Wei Changxuan and his comrades so that they could defeat evil and restore the glory of the Great Feng Dynasty.
Emperor Yuanjing stood tall in the center of the battlefield, emanating a powerful and unsettling aura.
He watched as Wei Changxuan and Luo Yuheng fought desperately to fend off his attacks.
A slight smirk played on his lips, revealing an extremely arrogant and conceited smile. In his view,
The battle intensified, and the entire battlefield was enveloped by a powerful yet oppressive surge of spiritual energy.
It was as if even the air itself had solidified under this invisible pressure.
The once sturdy and standing houses around them crumbled under the impact of such a terrifying force.
As fragile as paper, they crumbled into tiny dust particles that drifted into the air, leaving behind only a mess.
The ground was severely damaged, riddled with cracks, each massive fissure resembling the gaping maw of a dragon.
It mercilessly tore the earth apart, revealing the dark and lightless underground world deep within.
The people were already terrified by this sudden disaster.
In their scattered flight, they could only huddle in relatively safe places, watching this breathtaking scene from afar.
They closed their eyes tightly or covered their ears with their hands to block out the enormous roar from the outside world and the piercing screams caused by the collision of spiritual energy.
Even so, the fear originating from the depths of my heart still spread outwards uncontrollably.
Everyone was silently praying in their hearts, hoping that Wei Changxuan and the others...
They were able to defeat Emperor Yuanjing, this tyrannical ruler who defied the heavens, and usher in a peaceful and tranquil era for the Great Feng Dynasty.