met free Chapter 108 The fiery lotus blooms in fury, startling heaven and earth; the sword shadows race wildl
Chapter 108 The fiery lotus blooms in fury, startling heaven and earth; the sword shadows race wildl
At the center of the fire lotus, a small vortex suddenly appeared. This vortex seemed to have a life of its own, spinning rapidly, just like a mysterious black hole in the universe, instantly generating an incomparably powerful suction force.
The raging flames, the wandering spiritual energy, and even the chilling dark power within the spatial rifts were all mercilessly drawn into it.
This vortex is like a bottomless pit, endlessly devouring all energy and cleverly transforming it into its own immense power, much like a mysterious and unpredictable furnace.
As the vortex continued to devour energy, the power of the Fire Lotus increased exponentially.
That destructive power was like the power of creation reappearing in the world, so powerful that even heaven and earth changed color.
The once clear and blue sky was suddenly covered with thick clouds, reflecting a fiery red light that rolled in like a blood-red wave.
Within the clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared, purple lightning and blood-red light intertwined, as if the heavens were enraged by this terrifying power and wanted to warn the world with divine might.
"What the hell is this?"
Zhao Wuji looked terrified and spoke in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with panic and fear.
"Soaring Sword, save me!"
Zhao Wuji shouted loudly, his voice booming like a bell, echoing across the chaotic battlefield.
Before he finished speaking, a long sword appeared out of nowhere! This was his natal flying sword, its power formidable and not to be underestimated.
As soon as the Lingkong Sword appeared, it emitted a series of clear and sharp sword cries, the sound like celestial music from the heavens, or the roar of an ancient divine sword, piercing the clouds.
The sword's blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light, and runes flowed endlessly across its surface. Each rune contained a vast and powerful spiritual force, shining brightly and showcasing the sword's extraordinary nature.
Under Zhao Wuji's full control, his natal flying sword sped towards the fire lotus like a streak of light.
Its speed was so fast that it could outrun dust and lightning, cutting through the air in its path with unparalleled sharpness, forming visible streams of air. These streams spread outwards like incredibly sharp blades, creating a terrifying aura.
As the Soaring Sword approached the Fire Lotus, a spiritual energy shield automatically formed around its blade. This shield emitted a deep, dreamlike blue light, its color profound and mysterious. While appearing as thin as a cicada's wing, the shield was in reality as solid as a rock, unbreakable, resembling a protective barrier.
With the combined strength of the Lingkong Sword and the Lingxu Bell, the pressure on the Lingxu Bell, which was on the verge of complete collapse, was greatly reduced. The two worked together and barely withstood the devastating attack of the Fire Lotus, temporarily stabilizing the precarious battle situation.
"Break it for me!!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in fury, like a raging beast, as he roared to the sky.
He poured all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into the Flying Sword. With the spiritual energy boost, the flying sword's power suddenly increased dramatically, seemingly poised to break through the terrifying defenses of the Fire Lotus in one fell swoop.
The vortex at the center of the fire lotus spun even more wildly after sensing this new energy impact.
Like a ravenous beast spotting its prey, it unleashes a powerful suction force capable of devouring everything, attempting to pull the Lingkong Sword into that endless vortex of energy.
The sword in mid-air resisted the powerful suction force, and for a time, the two were locked in a stalemate, and the battle became deadlocked.
Under the continuous suction, the spiritual energy shield on the sword began to ripple. The ripples were like the surface of a lake being blown by a breeze. They looked beautiful, but they were also full of danger, as if they would burst like bubbles at any moment.
As the vortex of the fire lotus was obstructed, the flames on the outside began to become restless, with sparks flying out like meteors, as if to ignite everything around them.
"Hmph, trying to devour my natal flying sword? Not so easy!"
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his expression ferocious, and his eyes revealing a resolute determination.
His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals like butterflies flitting among flowers, while he chanted an ancient sword incantation.
As the sword incantation was released, the runes on the sword shone brightly, and beams of sword energy shot out from its blade.
Each sword aura contained immense spiritual power, like a sharp spear in the hands of heavenly soldiers, piercing straight towards the fire lotus.
The moment it came into contact with the fire lotus, it triggered a series of deafening explosions.
The powerful impact of the explosion once again hindered the Fire Lotus's advance, and the suction force of the vortex also weakened, leading to a subtle turning point in the battle.
"Old man, today is the day you die!"
Seeing this, a resolute glint flashed in Han Yi's eyes.
He knew that this was a critical moment of life and death, and without hesitation, he merged his soul power into the fire lotus.
This was a risky act, as the soul is of paramount importance to cultivators; once damaged, it could lead to utter ruin. But he had no other choice but to fight with his back against the wall.
After receiving the blessing of the soul power, the Fire Lotus was like a phoenix rising from the ashes, unleashing a world-destroying power.
Under Han Yi's exquisite control, it roared toward the Spirit Void Bell like a sun burning with endless flames.
The two collided, and the Spirit Void Bell, before this terrifying fire lotus, was like a fragile eggshell. Countless cracks appeared, and then, like a collapsing building, it shattered directly. The broken fragments were directly sucked into the vortex of the fire lotus.
After being nourished by these fragments, the Fire Lotus's suction power instantly increased, as if it had been reborn and regenerated, becoming even more ferocious.
The flames that had been scattered by the sword energy seemed to receive some mysterious summons, and once again gathered together like rivers flowing into the sea, sweeping towards the Lingkong Sword.
The Fire Lotus was like a ferocious beast from the deepest hell, opening its blood-red maw to devour the heavens and the earth, swallowing up sword energies one by one like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind. Then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, it pounced on the flying sword itself with overwhelming momentum and unstoppable force.
"Swallow it!"
Han Yi was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, but he still couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.
He suppressed the turmoil within his body, mustered the last bit of his soul power, and painstakingly guided the fire lotus toward the Lingkong sword, his eyes resolute, determined not to give up until he achieved his goal.
The spiritual energy shield of the Lingkong Sword finally succumbed to the overwhelming force of the world-destroying flames.
With a "crack," countless cracks appeared on the shield, spreading rapidly like a spider web.
In the blink of an eye, the shield shattered into countless light spots like a dream bubble, and was then directly swallowed by the fire lotus, disappearing without a trace.
"No!"
Zhao Wuji let out a furious roar of resentment.
Without the protection of its spiritual energy shield, the Lingkong Sword was directly exposed to the terrifying attack of the Fire Lotus.
The flames instantly enveloped the flying sword, like a giant fire python coiling around its prey, relentlessly eroding the blade.
The flying sword emitted mournful cries, its sound as pitiful as the wailing of a wounded bird.
Under the intense heat, the runes on the sword began to twist and deform, as if their life force had been drained, gradually dimming and about to be consumed by the flames.
"My natal flying sword!"
Zhao Wuji was heartbroken, as if he had lost his partner.
He could clearly feel the connection between himself and the flying sword gradually weakening, and each weakening felt like a knife being cut into his heart.
Once the flying sword is destroyed, his strength will not only be greatly reduced, but he will also suffer a severe backlash to his soul, with unimaginable consequences.
At this critical moment of life and death, a resolute look flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, like a gambler preparing to go all in.
He directly burned his lifespan to enhance the power of his flying sword.
He lightly patted the top of his head with one hand, and an incomparably powerful life force surged out of his body like a torrent, flying towards the Lingkong Sword.
Life force, like a dazzling radiance, carried his last hope and poured into the flying sword.
The Lingkong Sword, empowered by the power of longevity, seemed to experience a resurgence of its power, its light shining brightly once more. Although the light was not as dazzling as before, it had temporarily recovered most of its strength.
It struggled with all its might to break free from the fire lotus's restraints, and like a wounded bird, returned to Zhao Wuji's hands.
At this moment, the flying sword was covered with cracks, its light was dim, and it had suffered heavy damage, no longer possessing its former power.
"You little beast, even if it costs me my old life, I will make you pay with your life today!"
Zhao Wuji's face was ferocious, like a demon crawling out of hell.
His hair turned snow-white instantly after burning his lifespan, and his face became covered with deep lines, as if he had aged decades in an instant.
Holding the badly damaged Lingkong Sword, he charged towards Han Yi like a mad beast, his eyes filled with a madness that seemed to want to perish together with Han Yi.
Han Yi looked at Zhao Wuji charging towards him frantically, but remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.
He knew that this fierce battle had reached its final stage; it was a fight to the death, a battle where it was either the fish or the net broke, a battle where it was either you or me, and there was no room for retreat.
He once again mustered his full strength, preparing to completely annihilate this old dog.
The fire lotus burned fiercely in his palm, radiating an aura of destruction, as if it were gathering strength for this final battle.
Just as the two were about to determine a winner, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in the sky.
"You two, stop fighting! If you keep fighting, the Netherworld Forest will be completely destroyed!"
A figure slowly emerged from the light.
This person exuded a powerful aura, sacred and solemn, like a deity descending, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.
Her appearance was like a stabilizing force, instantly silencing the chaotic battlefield, as if time itself had stopped flowing.