allonlinenovel Chapter 200 Crisis and Opportunity at the Core of the Vortex
Chapter 200 Crisis and Opportunity at the Core of the Vortex
Within the suffocating darkness of the black hole, the black vortex created by the shadowy figure roared like a raging prehistoric beast, spewing forth dark blades that rained down upon the group. Each dark blade emanated a chilling aura, hissing sharply as it sliced through the air, as if it intended to tear everything to shreds.
Huanmo felt a strong sense of crisis wash over him; his heart clenched, almost leaping into his throat. "Everyone, be careful!" he shouted, channeling all his spiritual energy into his sword. The blade instantly erupted with a dazzling light, forming a defensive barrier. The dark blade struck the barrier, producing a series of clanging sounds and sending sparks flying, making Huanmo's arm go numb. At this moment, his heart was filled with tension and anxiety; he knew everyone was facing a life-or-death situation, every second crucial.
Wanru's face was deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She gripped her jade flute tightly, playing a stirring defensive melody. Spiritual energy blades spun rapidly around her, forming a sturdy wind wall, attempting to withstand the onslaught of the dark blades. However, the impact of the dark blades was beyond imagination; the wind wall trembled under the impact, making cracking sounds, as if it would collapse at any moment. "This shadow's counterattack is too fierce; we can't hold on much longer!" Her voice trembled slightly, fear spreading through her, but she still endured it, desperately searching for a way to break through the predicament.
The woman in white sat on the ground, her hands moving rapidly across the ancient zither, producing a stirring and tragic melody. Waves of spiritual energy surged from the instrument like a raging tide, clashing against the dark blades. Her eyes shone with unwavering determination; though her body swayed precariously from the excessive consumption of spiritual energy, she gritted her teeth, desperately trying to provide support for the others. "We can't give up! We must persevere!" she shouted, attempting to boost morale.
Ling'er clutched the scroll tightly, its light flickering precariously under the impact of the dark blades, as if it might be extinguished at any moment. Her face was ashen with fear, tears welling in her eyes, but she struggled to hold them back. "Brother Huanmo, I'm scared..." she sobbed softly, her heart filled with terror. However, when she saw her companions fighting desperately for survival, a surge of courage welled up within her. She focused her mind, trying to draw more strength from the scroll to help everyone overcome their difficulties.
The mysterious figure's brow was furrowed, veins bulging on his forehead as he strained to maintain the shield. His hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals, and he chanted incantations. Mysterious rays of light emanated from his body, reinforcing the shield. "Everyone, give it your all! We're very close to the center of the vortex! Once we find the source of the power, we'll have a chance to break this." His voice was steady and powerful. Although maintaining the shield had taken a heavy toll on him, he remained calm, encouraging everyone.
Huanmo watched the approaching dark blades with growing anxiety. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He remembered how they had achieved some success in the previous battle by concentrating their power to attack the shadow's weaknesses. "Listen up, everyone! Don't scatter your power! Concentrate all your spiritual energy and attack the center of the vortex to break through this wave of dark blades!" he shouted.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Wanru stopped playing the defensive tune, channeling all her spiritual power into her jade flute, unleashing a powerful spiritual wind blade, like a giant battle axe, slashing towards the center of the vortex; the woman in white also gathered all her spiritual power into a wave of spiritual light, like a laser beam, shooting towards the center of the vortex closely following the wind blade; Ling'er exerted all her strength, releasing the light from the scroll, merging it with everyone's spiritual power to enhance the power of the attack; Huanmo raised his sword high, pouring all his spiritual power into it, and then thrust it fiercely towards the center of the vortex.
This attack, imbued with the collective power of everyone, streaked across the darkness like a dazzling meteor, hurtling straight towards the center of the vortex. Just as the attack was about to strike, a powerful recoil suddenly erupted from the center of the vortex, deflecting the attack back.
"Not good!" Huanmo was startled and hurriedly led everyone to take cover. However, the recoil was too strong, and everyone was unable to dodge in time and was thrown backward.
Huanmo crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Wanru, the woman in white, and Ling'er were also injured to varying degrees, lying on the ground, unable to get up for a while.
The mysterious figure quickly arrived beside the group, channeling spiritual energy into them to help them recover. "Are you all alright? The power of this vortex was far greater than we imagined."
Just when everyone was in despair, the scroll in Ling'er's hand suddenly emitted a strong light, within which ancient runes appeared. The runes slowly rotated in the air, radiating a mysterious power.
“This is…” Huanmo looked at the runes, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.
In this critical moment when everyone is injured and the runes on the scrolls suddenly undergo mysterious changes, can these runes help them overcome the immediate crisis? What is their connection to the source of the vortex's power? Can they seize this opportunity to break through the shadowy figure's defenses, find the power that counters the runes, and escape this terrifying black abyss? Everything is fraught with unknowns and dangers, and everyone's fate hangs by a thread once again…