A Fantasy Love Story Across the Warring States Period

Chapter 72 The Danger of Spatial Distortion and a Glimmer of Hope

Within the rune array, a scene of apocalyptic chaos had descended. The distortion of space resembled the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, relentlessly devouring everything around it. The runes, like fallen leaves caught in a vortex, spun wildly, their flickering light fragmented and disintegrating. The ground within the array was riddled with massive, crisscrossing cracks, as if the earth itself were about to collapse and shatter, dragging everyone into an endless abyss of darkness. The air was thick with the acrid aura of spiritual energy, mingled with the stench of death; every breath sent shivers down their spines and instilled a deep sense of dread.

Huanmo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and forced himself to stand up. The excruciating pain in his body made his face even paler, but the determination in his eyes remained undiminished. He silently vowed in his heart, "Even if it costs me my last breath, I will not let everyone be killed by this monster. I must find a way to break this." Looking at the distorted space and the approaching behemoth, he clenched his fists. Although his legs were trembling slightly, he still stood firmly in front of everyone, ready to face the impending storm.

The woman in black robes watched Huanmo's swaying yet unyielding figure, feeling both admiration and heartache. She gritted her teeth, thinking, "I must fight alongside Huanmo. Even if I die today, I will die a worthy death. I will never let that giant beast succeed." She gripped the broken black longsword in her hand again. The blood and dust on the blade could not conceal her resolute spirit in the face of death. She glared angrily at the giant beast, ready to launch another attack at any moment.

The man in white frowned deeply, his jade flute trembling slightly in his hand. He knew the situation was critical, and his heart was filled with anxiety: "This spatial distortion is too dangerous. If this continues, let alone subduing the giant beast, it's questionable whether we can even get out alive. But how should we deal with that pattern?" He played the jade flute, trying to stabilize the increasingly chaotic space with sound waves, while anxiously observing the pattern flashing on the giant beast's forehead, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

The man in the green robe and Qingwan leaned against each other, both exhausted, yet their eyes still held an indomitable spirit. Qingwan whispered, "We've come this far together, overcome so many hardships, we can definitely get through this too, right?" The man in the green robe nodded gently, giving her a reassuring look, and replied, "Yes, even if there's only a sliver of hope left, we can't give up. We must fight to the very end together."

Wanru, clutching the white tiger, trembled behind the crowd. Her eyes were filled with terror, yet also with a hint of stubbornness. She silently chanted in her heart, "Everyone is still working hard, I can't just be a coward, I have to do something." The white tiger seemed to sense her thoughts, breaking free from her embrace and letting out fierce roars at the giant beast, as if demonstrating its power.

Just when everyone felt that hope was becoming increasingly slim, the pattern flashing on the giant beast's forehead suddenly burst out with a strong black light. The black light shot towards everyone as if it were a tangible substance. Wherever it passed, the space was distorted even more violently, and the rune array walls that had not yet completely collapsed began to show signs of melting, as if they were being corroded by the black light.

Everyone scrambled to dodge, but the black light was too fast and was about to strike them. At this critical moment, Huanmo rushed forward, summoning the last of his spiritual power to erect a thin shield in front of him. The black light slammed into the shield with a deafening roar. Huanmo felt an overwhelming force surge through him; the shield shattered instantly, and he was thrown back again, crashing heavily to the ground, this time immediately losing consciousness.

"Huanmo!" the crowd cried out anxiously. The woman in black robes rushed to Huanmo's side to check his injuries, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

The giant beast seemed to have exhausted a lot of its strength from the attack, and its pace slowed down, but it still slowly walked towards the group. Its ghostly eyes were filled with cruelty and smugness, as if it could already see the scene of the group being trampled under its feet.

Just as everyone was sinking into despair, thinking it was all over, the white tiger in Wanru's arms suddenly made a strange move. It leaped into the air, its body radiating a soft white light. The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually forming a strange halo. Ancient characters and patterns faintly appeared within the halo, exuding a mysterious and peaceful aura, which contrasted sharply with the chaos and evil within the rune array.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene. Wanru's eyes widened, filled with surprise and doubt: "What's wrong with the white tiger? Does it have a way to deal with this giant beast?"

The white tiger let out a few soft roars at the crowd, as if signaling something, before charging towards the giant beast. Wherever the light circle reached, the distortion of space began to slowly level off, and the corroded rune array walls stopped melting, beginning to flicker with a faint light, as if slowly repairing themselves.

Seeing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in everyone's hearts. The woman in black robes stood up, gripped her longsword, and shouted, "Don't just stand there! The White Tiger is creating an opportunity for us. Let's attack together now!"

Having said that, everyone mustered their spirits and attacked the giant beast. The black-robed woman's longsword flashed with a series of sharp sword flowers, the white-robed man's jade flute sound waves became even more powerful, and the green-robed man and Qingwan cooperated with each other, once again using all their skills to attack the giant beast's vital points.

However, the giant beast showed no fear upon seeing the white tiger charging towards it. Instead, it opened its massive maw and spewed out a jet of dark purple flames that swept towards the white tiger. The white tiger nimbly dodged the flames, but the range of the flames was simply too vast, and it looked as if it was about to be engulfed by them.

Just then, the halo around the white tiger suddenly released a powerful energy, colliding with the dark purple flames and instantly erupting into a dazzling light that blinded everyone. As the light gradually dissipated, everyone was astonished to find that the white tiger and the giant beast had vanished, leaving only a slowly recovering rune array and their astonished expressions.

"Where did the White Tiger go? Is it alright?" Wanru called out anxiously, her eyes filled with worry. Everyone looked at each other, their hearts filled with doubt.

Although the rune array was slowly being repaired, it still exuded an unstable aura, as if something could change again at any moment.