sjar Chapter 158 A desperate counterattack amidst perilous situations
Chapter 158 A desperate counterattack amidst perilous situations
Inside the stone house, the situation grew increasingly critical. Black magma surged forth like a raging beast, carrying an aura of annihilation; shadowy figures lurked all around, baring their fangs and claws, waiting for their chance to strike; overhead, massive boulders fell like meteorites, turning the entire space into a colossal inferno.
Looking at the apocalyptic scene, Huanmo felt a surge of despair, but it was quickly replaced by a will to survive and a sense of responsibility to his companions. "Don't panic, we must find a way out!" His eyes were resolute. Despite the numerous wounds on his body and the constant flow of blood, he still gripped his sword tightly, as if it were his last hope in the fight against this desperate situation.
Wanru watched the approaching danger, her heart filled with worry. "Huanmo, if this continues, we'll all die!" Her voice trembled slightly; this was the first time she had felt so helpless in this adventure. But seeing Huanmo's determined eyes, she mustered her courage again. "No, we can definitely get out!" She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and continued to channel her spiritual energy into the jade flute, maintaining the wind wall's defense.
Ling'er was already pale with fright, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held back her sobs. "I can't cry, I have to help everyone." She hugged the book tightly, channeling all her spiritual power into the shield. Her small body trembled slightly under the immense pressure, but her eyes held a stubborn determination.
The woman in white frowned, playing her guqin to distract the shadowy figure while simultaneously monitoring the changes in the flames' power. "The flames aren't showing any signs of weakening yet; we must wait, but time is running out." She was frantic, knowing that every second held the key to everyone's survival.
Huanmo struggled to defend himself against the encirclement of shadowy figures. His movements gradually slowed, and each swing of his sword required immense effort. "This won't do; I must find a way to break through." He looked at the shadowy figures around him, pondering a solution. Suddenly, he noticed that the shadowy figures seemed extremely sensitive to fluctuations in spiritual energy, especially strong impacts of spiritual energy.
"Wanru, Ling'er, girl in white, listen to me!" Huanmo shouted. "Let's concentrate our spiritual power and launch our strongest attack to break through the encirclement of the shadows. Then, take advantage of the weakening of the flames to rush out!"
Wanru understood Huanmo's meaning, and she nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll listen to you!" Then, she played the jade flute even more passionately, and the wind blades became even sharper with the support of spiritual power, striking towards the chest of the dark figure.
Ling'er also exerted all her strength, and the golden light on the scroll shone brightly. The shield not only withstood the impact of the magma, but also repelled some of the dark shadows.
The white-clad woman's zither music became more urgent, and waves of spiritual energy surged towards the shadowy figure one after another.
Huanmo seized the opportunity, concentrating all his spiritual power into his sword, causing the blade to gleam brightly. "Break!" he roared, charging towards the densest concentration of shadowy figures. The powerful spiritual sword energy, like a sharp blade, cleaved a path through the shadows.
Just when everyone thought they saw a glimmer of hope, a huge rock came crashing down on Huanmo. Huanmo couldn't dodge in time, and the rock grazed his shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Huanmo!" Wanru exclaimed in surprise, her heart filled with worry.
Huanmo gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up despite the excruciating pain. "Don't worry about me, keep attacking!" His voice was firm, and his eyes showed unyielding determination.
With everyone's combined attack, a large gap was finally torn in the encirclement of the shadowy figures. At the same time, the woman in white shouted with delight, "The power of the flames has weakened! Now's the time! Charge!"
The group rushed in the direction Ling'er had pointed out, but lava and falling rocks remained formidable obstacles. Huanmo took the lead, using his sword to deflect the incoming rocks while simultaneously dodging the impact of the lava. Wanru, Ling'er, and the woman in white followed closely behind, using the brief gaps created by Huanmo to advance.
However, the mysterious voice seemed unwilling to let them off easily. "You think you can escape?" As the voice rang out, the ground shook violently again, and more magma gushed out from underground, with the dark figure hot on their heels.
In this critical moment, can the group successfully break through the dual pursuit of lava and shadowy figures, find the source of the flames, and unravel the secrets of the stone house? After being injured, can Huanmo still lead everyone out of their predicament? Everything is shrouded in uncertainty, and the crisis of life and death still looms large over them…