12dz Chapter 295 The crisis is approaching
Chapter 295 The crisis is approaching
Yun Yao and the others followed the winding and deep path, step by step, towards the core area of the dark power. The surroundings were terribly quiet, with only their heavy footsteps and slightly rapid breathing echoing. The vegetation on the roadside had long lost its vitality, showing a strange gray-black color, as if all the vitality had been drained away, shivering in the breeze, making rustling sounds, as if whispering an ominous omen.
When they reached the entrance of a narrow valley, Yun Yao suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness. She subconsciously stopped and looked around vigilantly. The system's prompt sounded in her mind at the right time: "Host, the danger factor ahead is rising sharply, and the energy fluctuations are abnormally chaotic. Be careful." Yun Yao looked solemn, raised her hand to signal the brothers and sisters behind her to stop moving forward, and said softly: "Everyone, don't worry, something is wrong here. I feel that the dark power seems to be stirring nearby, and we must be very alert." Hearing this, everyone clenched the magic weapons in their hands, and their eyes revealed tension and vigilance.
At this moment, a chilly wind blew past, carrying a strong stench that made everyone nauseous. Then, a strange "crunching" sound came from the depths of the valley. The sound was getting closer and clearer, as if some huge monster was approaching them quickly. Yun Yao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She took a deep breath, circulated her spiritual power, and stared at the front.
In an instant, a group of puppets controlled by the dark forces surged out of the valley like a surging tide. These puppets were tall, more than two people tall, and surrounded by wisps of black mist, as if they were evil spirits crawling out of the abyss of hell. Their bodies were covered with strange runes, flashing with a faint green light, as if telling an evil curse. The puppets' heads were empty and lifeless, with only two scarlet lights burning deep in their eye sockets, emitting a bloodthirsty light.
Yun Yao and the others were instantly caught in a bitter battle. A senior brother took the lead and shouted, shaking the long sword in his hand, creating several sword flowers, and stabbed at the puppet in the front. The sword blade collided with the puppet's body, making a harsh metal friction sound, but only a streak of sparks was wiped out on the puppet, failing to cause any substantial damage. The puppet waved its thick arms, making a whirring sound, and suddenly smashed towards the senior brother. Seeing this, the senior brother quickly dodged to the side, but was still hit by the puppet's arm. The whole person staggered back a few steps, his face pale.
Seeing this, Yun Yao's eyes condensed, and she quickly formed seals with her hands, muttering something. In an instant, a dazzling light burst out from her palms, turning into an arc of light, shooting towards the puppets that were besieging her senior brother. The light hit the puppet, making a dull sound, and the puppet was shocked back a few steps. However, this only temporarily blocked the puppet's attack, and more puppets pounced on her with their fangs and claws bared.
For a moment, the light of the magic weapon collided with the dark aura, and the colorful light and the inky black mist intertwined, like a tragic fight between light and darkness. The shouts of killing, the whistling of magic weapons, and the roars of puppets echoed around the valley, making people's eardrums hurt.
Yun Yao was agile and moved freely among the puppets. She dodged the puppets' attacks while continuously casting the mysterious spells granted by the system. She waved her hands, and runes appeared in the air, which then turned into sharp wind blades, whistling and slashing at the puppets. The wind blades slashed through the puppets' bodies, bringing up pieces of black debris, but the puppets seemed to feel no pain and still rushed forward fearlessly.
On the other side, a senior sister held a long whip, the tip of which flashed with blue lightning. She shouted, and the long whip danced like a dragon and snake, with heavy whip shadows. Every time it hit the puppet, it would cause a crackling sound, shaking the runes on the puppet to flicker. But these puppets have a strong ability to recover. In a blink of an eye, the damaged runes lit up again and continued to launch fierce attacks.
The crowd fought and retreated, trying to find a relatively advantageous terrain to ease the overwhelming attack. However, the puppets followed them like a shadow, pressing them step by step, not giving them any chance to breathe.
While everyone was struggling to hold on, Chu Mochen, who was far away, heard the intense movement here and became extremely anxious. He didn't care about his own safety, and used all his strength to rush towards Yun Yao and others at the fastest speed. Along the way, he repelled several waves of scattered dark creatures, and his body was stained with a lot of blood, but he didn't care at all. He had only one thought in his mind: he must rush to Yun Yao.
When he finally arrived at the battlefield, he saw Yun Yao being besieged by a group of puppets, in danger. Her hair was messy, her clothes were torn in several places, and her figure was a little embarrassed, but her bright eyes showed her unyielding and tenacity. Chu Mochen's heart tightened, and he rushed forward without hesitation, the long sword in his hand shining brightly, and he roared: "Yun Yao, I'm here to help you!" The sound was like a loud bell, shaking the air around him.
His figure was as fast as lightning, and he rushed into the group of puppets in an instant. With a swing of the long sword, a majestic sword energy whistled out, like a roaring dragon. Wherever it went, the puppets were cut in two, and black mist spread everywhere. Yun Yao heard Chu Mochen's voice, and her heart warmed. She turned her head and looked, and happened to meet his eyes. At this moment of war and life and death, the eyes of the two conveyed complex emotions, with worry, joy, and a hint of tacit understanding that was difficult to describe.
However, the crisis was not resolved. The puppets seemed to be enraged by Chu Mochen's powerful attack and attacked more frantically. They changed their tactics, with some puppets continuing to besiege Yun Yao and others, while others rushed towards Chu Mochen, trying to isolate him.
Seeing this, Yun Yao was extremely anxious. She shouted loudly: "Senior brothers and sisters, we can't let Mo Chen face it alone. Let's rush out to meet him!" After that, she cast a powerful spell regardless of the consumption of her own spiritual power. She was shining with light, and a complex magic circle appeared under her feet. Then, rays of light shot out from the magic circle, turning into countless sharp arrows, shooting at the puppets besieging Chu Mo Chen. The sharp arrows were as dense as raindrops, instantly blocking the offensive of those puppets for a moment.
Everyone took the opportunity to break through and headed towards Chu Mochen. Along the way, they supported and cared for each other. Although they were covered in wounds, they gradually closed the distance with Chu Mochen with their tenacious will and firm belief.
Chu Mochen, on the other hand, was facing the siege of many puppets alone, and the pressure was as huge as a mountain. But he was not afraid at all, and the long sword in his hand danced tightly, and every swing was full of force. He moved his body around, skillfully avoiding the attacks of the puppets, and at the same time looking for opportunities to counterattack.
Suddenly, a puppet spotted his weakness and swung a punch, with a whistling sound, hitting his back. Chu Mochen sensed the danger, but he didn't have time to dodge it completely, so he had to turn sideways to resist the punch. The wind from the punch hit his body, and he groaned, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but the long sword in his hand did not stop at all, and with a backhand sword, he cut off the head of the puppet.
At this time, Yun Yao and others finally broke through the encirclement of the puppets and joined Chu Mochen. They stood back to back, forming a tight circle, and watched the puppets that kept pouring in. Their faces were full of fatigue and determination, their clothes were soaked with sweat, their skin was stained with blood, but their eyes showed a light of never giving in.
"Everyone, stay calm. We can't panic! Listen to my command and attack together!" Yun Yao shouted loudly. Although her voice was a little hoarse, it was full of power. Upon hearing her words, everyone responded in unison. The magic weapons in their hands lit up again, preparing for a new round of more fierce attacks.
At this critical moment of life and death, Yun Yao, Chu Mochen and all the senior brothers and sisters are closely united, relying on tenacious fighting spirit and exquisite cooperation to stubbornly resist the puppet army controlled by the dark power. They know that if they retreat, the sect behind them will face a catastrophe, so even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, they have no choice but to bravely move forward and fight to the death with this terrible dark force.