20demayo Chapter 198 Dark Counterattack and Dawn of Hope
Chapter 198 Dark Counterattack and Dawn of Hope
In the despairing abyss of the black hole, the dense dark power surging from the shadowy figure was like a ferocious beast, rampaging wildly through everything around it. The darkness, as black as ink, churned and surged, emitting a nauseating stench, as if to completely corrode the entire space. Huanmo felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, making it almost impossible to breathe, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up within him. But he gritted his teeth, enduring the pressure, and shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! We must still have a way!" His voice sounded so small in the darkness, yet it carried a firm belief, trying to transmit strength to his companions. At this moment, his heart was filled with anxiety. Watching the shadowy figure grow stronger under the embrace of the dark power, he knew the situation had reached an extremely critical juncture.
Wanru's face turned as white as a sheet, fear spreading through her heart, yet she still gripped the jade flute tightly, pouring her last bit of spiritual power into it. "We can't give up, we absolutely can't!" Her voice trembled slightly, yet it held a resolute determination. The melody she played was sharp and impassioned, attempting to break through the shackles of darkness with spiritual wind blades, but the wind blades were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot before the power of darkness, instantly swallowed up without a trace.
The woman in white's fingers slid frantically across the guqin, the music becoming chaotic and disordered. Her eyes were filled with despair and resentment. "This dark power is too strong! What should we do?" she cried out, tears welling in her eyes. Despite this, she did not stop playing, trying to find even the slightest chance, unwilling to give up even if there was only a one in ten thousand possibility.
Ling'er clutched the book tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Brother Huanmo, I'm so scared..." Her voice trembled with sobs, fear almost overwhelming her. But watching her companions fight so hard for survival, a surge of courage welled up within her. She tried to concentrate, attempting to draw strength from the book once more. The book emitted a faint light, flickering uncertainly in the darkness, as if it might go out at any moment.
The mysterious man's brow was furrowed, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. He rapidly formed hand seals while chanting incantations. Mysterious rays of light emanated from his body, attempting to resist the surging dark power. "Everyone, hold on! I'll try to buy you some time. Think of something!" His voice was steady and powerful, though he knew that his strength was likely futile against this overwhelming darkness.
Huanmo stared at the shadowy figure, suddenly recalling how, during previous battles, whenever they were in dire straits, they always found a glimmer of hope through teamwork. "Listen up, everyone! We can't fight alone! Let's concentrate all our spiritual power; perhaps we can break through this dark force!" he shouted.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Wanru, the woman in white, and Ling'er slowly transferred their remaining spiritual power to Huanmo, while the mysterious man also infused some of his spiritual power into him. Huanmo felt a powerful force gathering within his body. He gripped his sword tightly and channeled this power into the blade.
The sword shone brightly, and Huanmo roared as he slashed at the dark power. A dazzling light, like a sharp blade, carved a deep mark in the darkness, and the dark power seemed to be somewhat restrained, beginning to pause briefly.
"It's working! Everyone, keep going!" Huanmo shouted excitedly.
Just then, Ling'er suddenly noticed that the runes on the scroll began to flash with a strange light, which grew stronger and stronger, as if it were fighting against some kind of dark power. "Brother Huanmo, look, the runes on the scroll!" she shouted.
Huanmo's heart stirred, and he said, "Ling'er, try guiding the power of the runes and combining it with our spiritual power. Maybe we can completely break through this dark power."
Ling'er nodded, concentrating her mind to guide the power of the runes. The light of the runes merged with the spiritual power of everyone, forming an even more dazzling light that rushed towards the dark power of the shadow.
The dark power began to dissipate under the impact of the light. The shadowy figure let out an angry roar, seemingly sensing danger. The dark power around its body coalesced again, attempting to resist the light.
However, just as the light was about to break through the dark power, the shadowy figure suddenly made a bizarre move. Its body began to spin rapidly, and the dark power, under its rotation, formed a huge black vortex that swallowed the light.
In this critical moment when the shadowy figure creates a black vortex, swallowing the light, can the group find a way to break through the vortex and continue their assault on the shadow's dark power before it completely extinguishes the light? Does the shadow's frantic resistance mean they are close to success? Can they seize this opportunity to break through the shadow's defenses, find a power that counters the runes, and escape this terrifying black abyss? Everything is fraught with unknowns and dangers; the group's fate once again hangs by a thread…