Chapter 33: Raiding the Stronghold

Under the dim moonlight, as if veiled by a layer of black gauze, the stars had also hidden their forms, as if fearing the impending bloody battle and quietly retreating into the depths of the endless darkness. Lin Yu stood as straight as a pine in the camp tent, tightly holding the precious intelligence given by the mysterious person in his hands. His deep eyes were like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, shining with a resolute and unwavering light. This light was like a flame burning in the darkness, dispelling the surrounding haze and illuminating his path forward. His face was cold and solemn, and his mind was like a precise abacus, constantly pondering and weighing various pros and cons. After careful consideration, as if finding a glimmer of dawn in the darkness, he resolutely decided to strike first and launch a thrilling, unpredictable, and dangerous raid on the secret stronghold of the evil forces, which was hidden in the dark like a viper's den.

His eyes were like torches as he carefully selected a group of elite members from the coalition forces. These members had all experienced the baptism of gunfire and the glint of swords. Each scar on their bodies was inscribed with the glory and hardship of past battles. They were extremely powerful, like sharp blades out of their sheaths, exuding a daunting edge. Their eyes were firm, as unshakable as steel, showing their perseverance and eagerness for victory. Their postures were agile, moving like a gust of wind, swift and flexible. Each of them exuded a calm aura of being battle - tested, as if they would not change their expressions even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them. This aura was not just a kind of temperament, but a spiritual force tempered through countless life - and - death trials. Lin Yu quickly and efficiently gathered them together. These members quickly assembled and formed a highly mobile and combat - effective commando team, like an arrow about to leave the bow, ready to go. Subsequently, under the cover of night, they were like a group of cheetahs hiding in the dark, with agile and silent postures, their footsteps so light that not a single sound was made as they advanced towards the stronghold. Their figures loomed in the night, as if integrated with the darkness, and only the occasional glint of cold light revealed their whereabouts and killing intent.

The stronghold was located in an extremely precipitous valley. All around were towering cliffs that reached the sky. The steep mountain walls seemed to have been split by a giant axe wielded by the gods. Strange rocks jutted out in various shapes. Some were like ferocious beasts, baring their teeth and claws; some were like pensive sages, standing quietly. These cliffs and strange rocks seemed to be a natural barrier forged by the uncanny workmanship of nature, tightly protecting the stronghold, and also like a natural cage, trapping the evil and sin within. A thin layer of mist pervaded the valley. This mist was like a mysterious veil, gently covering the entire valley, making everything here seem gloomy and mysterious. It was difficult to see the road ahead, and one could not guess the hidden dangers. All around the stronghold were various unexpected traps and evil formations, like large nets waiting for prey to break in. There were hidden arrow traps in the thick grass. Once triggered, they would shoot out deadly poison - tipped thorns that glowed with a faint blue cold light in the night, like the eyes of death, revealing endless killing intent. There were quicksand traps on the ground. If one was not careful, they would sink in and be unable to extricate themselves. The quicksand was like a hungry beast, quickly devouring everything. There was also a psychedelic formation that filled the air and could disrupt people's minds. Once one stepped into it, they would have various illusions, as if trapped in a nightmare and unable to escape. And there were rune formations that would launch a powerful energy attack once stepped on. These runes glowed with a strange light, as if telling evil incantations.

However, Lin Yu was no ordinary person. He had experienced countless trials and tribulations in the martial world. The rich experience he had accumulated over the years of struggling in the martial world had become his most powerful weapon. This experience was like a series of wordless books inscribed in his mind, allowing him to quickly make accurate judgments when facing various dangers and difficulties. Coupled with his innate extraordinary wisdom, like a bright pearl shining brightly in this dark night. He calmly and steadily led the commando team to carefully shuttle through these numerous dangers, like an experienced navigator steering a ship in the rough sea, skillfully avoiding one reef after another. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, constantly paying attention to every move around him. Even the falling of a leaf or the crawling of an insect could not escape his eyes. He did not miss any subtle clues. With his profound understanding of traps and formations, like a master of chess, he could anticipate every move of his opponent in advance. He accurately judged the safe path, taking each step carefully but firmly. He skillfully avoided these obstacles and slowly approached the core area of the stronghold, like an assassin lurking in the dark, gradually approaching his target.

When they quietly sneaked into the stronghold like ghosts, the scene in front of them made everyone's hearts shudder. The members of the evil forces inside were conducting an extremely evil ceremony. The scene was like a picture from hell, making one's hair stand on end. A group of black - robed evildoers surrounded a huge blood pool. Their black robes fluttered in the night wind, like the wings of demons. These evildoers mumbled incantations, their voices low and hoarse, like curses from the Nine Nether Hells, making people tremble with fear. The blood in the blood pool churned like boiling magma, exuding a pungent fishy smell. This smell was like the breath of death, filling the air and making people feel nauseous. It seemed that countless wronged souls were struggling and roaring in it, and their miserable voices seemed to be telling their tragic experiences and unwilling resentments. Dark clouds gathered densely in the sky above the blood pool, like a huge black curtain, covering the sky tightly. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The streaks of lightning were like the angry whips of the gods, violently lashing the earth, as if responding to their evil summons. It seemed that they were trying to summon some powerful and evil force. This force was like a demon sleeping in the dark abyss. Once successfully summoned, the consequences would be disastrous, and the whole world would be plunged into endless darkness and fear.

Seeing this, Lin Yu's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, like two peerless swords. Without hesitation, he immediately ordered the attack. At his command, the members of the commando team were like tigers released from their seals. The long - suppressed killing intent burst out instantly. They roared and charged into the enemy formation, immediately engaging in a fierce and brutal life - and - death battle with the evil forces. Their figures, reflected in the blood pool, were like a group of avengers from hell, rushing towards the enemy with endless anger and determination.

Lin Yu's figure flashed like a bolt of black lightning, and he swiftly took up a favorable position. Standing tall and robust, his hands deftly weaved incantation gestures, unleashing a powerful spell from the "Chaos Holy Canon". In an instant, spiritual energy surged around him like a tempestuous tide, radiating a dazzling brilliance. This light, resembling the resplendent glow of the sun, illuminated the entire stronghold. A dazzling beam of light shot out from his palm, like a bolt of lightning splitting the night sky, directly rushing towards the core of the enemy's ceremony. With a loud "boom", as if the sky and earth were collapsing, the beam of light hit the blood pool hard, abruptly interrupting the enemy's ceremony and causing a violent commotion. The blood in the blood pool splashed everywhere, and the evildoers were caught off guard by this sudden attack, crying out in horror.

In the chaos, the members of the commando team gave full play to their respective advantages, like a group of dancers with tacit cooperation, dancing gracefully on this bloody battlefield. The team members who were good at close - combat held sharp blades that glinted coldly in the moonlight, like the sickles of death. They were as agile as dragons emerging from the sea, charging left and right in the enemy group. Wherever they went, the enemies fell one by one, like farmers harvesting crops, cold - blooded and efficient. The team members proficient in throwing hidden weapons hid in the dark, like ghosts in the night. Their figures were blurred and elusive. With a wave of their hands, the hidden weapons flew towards the vital parts of the enemies like shooting stars. These hidden weapons were like messengers of death, silently reaping the lives of the enemies, making it impossible to defend against. There were also team members good at spell attacks. They mumbled incantations, which were like mysterious ballads. Their hands continuously changed the spell - forming gestures, and powerful spells surged towards the enemies like a turbulent tide, submerging them in the ocean of spells, like a sudden tsunami, sweeping everything away.

They cooperated closely, like an organic whole, acting in an orderly manner, and successfully destroyed the key facilities in the stronghold. They were like a group of experienced thieves, quickly and accurately finding the warehouse where the evil forces stored supplies. They set a big fire in the warehouse. For a while, flames shot up into the sky. The fire was like a roaring dragon, devouring everything. Thick smoke billowed over the entire stronghold, like a thick black curtain, covering the stronghold and making it impossible to see the situation inside. They also destroyed the enemy's communication formation. The communication formation was like the nerve center of the enemy. Once destroyed, they could no longer support each other, like a group of lambs without a commander, falling into a chaotic situation of fighting on their own. After a fierce battle, the commando team successfully killed many high - level experts of the evil forces. These experts were formidable and cruel characters on weekdays. However, now they fell one after another under the attack of the commando team, like fallen leaves in autumn. This dealt a heavy blow to the evil forces, greatly weakening their strength, like a sharp blade stabbing deeply into the enemy's heart. It laid a solid foundation for the subsequent actions of the coalition forces and also brought a new turning point to this battle between good and evil, like a glimmer of dawn in the darkness, bringing hope and confidence to people.