Chapter 46: The Arduous Battle

On this battlefield that seemed like the end of the world, the dark clouds were as black as ink, pressing heavily on the sky, as if trying to drag the entire world into the endless abyss of darkness. The strong wind was like the vengeful spirits from the Nine Netherworld, howling mournfully, as if trying to drag Lin Yu and his companions into the bottomless pit of darkness. The torrential rain poured down, and each raindrop seemed to be the embodiment of the evil power of the demon god, carrying a thousand - jun force, smashing heavily on them, trying to completely crush their fragile bodies and merge them into this quagmire full of despair.

Facing the demon god's attack, which was as powerful as a surging tsunami and almost invincible, Lin Yu and his companions were like solitary boats swaying in the violent storm, so small and fragile that they could be easily crushed. Their figures were insignificant under the cover of the demon god's towering body and powerful force. However, they did not give up. They unleashed the most powerful spells and martial arts they had learned in their lives. The casting of each spell condensed the painstaking efforts of their unremitting cultivation day after day, year after year.

During those countless days and nights, they painstakingly studied in the deep - mountain ancient caves and repeatedly trained among the dangerous peaks and precipitous ridges, just to be able to exert their strongest strength at this crucial moment. Every time a spell was cast, spiritual energy surged. As the light flickered, the power of the elements was like awakened elves, full of agility and power. They might turn into raging flames, so hot that they seemed to be able to melt all the ice in the world, trying to burn the evil incarnation in front of them; or condense into sharp ice blades, each ice blade glistening with a cold light, hoping to cut through the seemingly indestructible evil protection power of the demon god; or converge into bright lightning, like a furious dragon with teeth and claws, blasting towards the demon god. The rumbling sound made the heaven and the earth tremble, longing to deal it a heavy blow and make it feel the majesty of justice.

And every swing of their martial arts carried their extreme desire for victory and their firm resistance to evil. The weapons in their hands left sharp tracks in the air, bringing bursts of howling sounds, as if playing a solemn and stirring battle elegy. They engaged in a thrilling and life - and - death struggle with the demon god. Every attack exhausted all their strength without reservation, as if burning their life fire, just to fight for a glimmer of life in this desperate situation and protect the cultivation world behind them, where they were born and raised, full of love and warmth. It was the sustenance of their hearts and the destination of their souls, and they would never allow it to be trampled by this evil demon god.

However, the power of the demon god was simply too powerful, like a towering and insurmountable mountain standing majestically and coldly in front of them. The evil aura it emitted was like a substantial black mist, lingering around. The shadow it cast seemed to completely cover the last glimmer of hope in their hearts, making them feel deeply powerless and desperate. The members of the coalition team gradually fell into a difficult situation. One by one, they were hit by the demon god's terrifying attack. The powerful impact sent their bodies flying like broken dolls, falling heavily to the ground. Blood gushed out from their wounds, quickly staining their clothes. The bright red color was particularly eye - catching on this dark battlefield, like a tragic color in despair, and also like the only color in this darkness, but the most solemn and stirring color. It silently told the suffering and unyielding of everyone at this moment. Every drop of blood seemed to be their oath to fight against evil, spilled on this land.

Even so, their eyes still revealed firmness and unyieldingness, like the burning stars in the night sky, shining with a faint but never - extinguished light in the endless darkness. Although the light was small, it contained endless power, which was their persistent adherence to justice and the spiritual symbol of their never - yielding to evil deep in their hearts. Even if their bodies were riddled with holes and the pain came in waves like a tide, even if their strength was constantly fading and their bodies were getting heavier and heavier, that belief was like a spark rooted in the depths of their souls, never going out, always burning brightly in their hearts, giving them the courage and strength to continue fighting.

Seeing this, Lin Yu was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth anxiously on the spot. The ground under his feet was trampled to raise clouds of dust, as if it was also restless because of his anxiety. Beans of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, sliding across his dusty and blood - stained cheeks, and dripping to the ground, instantly evaporating in this almost frozen atmosphere of tension, leaving no trace. His eyes revealed anxiety and worry. His brows were tightly knitted, like two deep gullies. His eyes were always fixed on the powerful and terrifying figure of the demon god, as if trying to find a flaw, a weakness on it. His mind was like a rapidly spinning top, quickly thinking about countermeasures.

He knew well that the conventional attack methods could not cause much damage to the demon god at all, like hitting a stone with an egg. Those spells that were usually extremely powerful, enough to make mountains collapse and rivers reverse, and the martial arts that were sharp enough to cut through steel and split boulders, when hitting the demon god, were like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, only in vain consuming their limited strength and unable to deal a fatal blow to the demon god. If this continued, only destruction awaited them. The cultivation world they loved would also be completely swallowed by darkness, plunged into the abyss of eternal damnation, and all the beauty would turn into nothingness, becoming a wisp of dust in the long river of history.

So, at this critical moment when life and death hung in the balance, he, like a brave explorer who dared to explore the unknown and was not afraid of any danger, resolutely decided to take a risk. He turned his eyes to the two mysterious and powerful cultivation methods - "The Chaos Holy Canon" and "The Divine Art of the Great Void". These two cultivation methods had always only existed in ancient legends in the cultivation world. The power contained in them was unfathomable, like a treasure hidden at the bottom of the deepest sea, mysterious and awe - inspiring. They were the peak existences that countless cultivators dreamed of but could hardly reach.

At this moment, relying on his profound understanding of cultivation methods and his extraordinary talent, with a desperate courage, Lin Yu tried to integrate the powers of these two cultivation methods and unleash a new and powerful attack skill that no one had ever tried before. This decision was undoubtedly like groping for a glimmer of hope in the pitch - black darkness. Although this glimmer of hope was faint and full of unknowns, as if it could be swallowed by darkness at any time, it was their only life - saving straw at present, the last hope in this desperate situation. Once successful, perhaps they could reverse the battle situation and save the entire cultivation world; if it failed, it would just accelerate their march towards destruction, but at least they had tried and fought, at all costs for justice and light.

He concentrated all the spiritual energy in his body, held his breath, and gathered all the power in his body to one point. It was a state of total immersion, as if the whole world only consisted of him and the demon god in front of him. All the noise and distractions around had disappeared. His eyes only saw the demon god representing evil and the firm belief in his heart. The Taichu Divine Sword in his hand seemed to feel the determination and power of its master. The sword body began to tremble slightly, making a low humming sound, as if excited for the upcoming earth - shattering blow, and also as if announcing the counterattack of justice to the demon god. Then, a bright light burst out. The light was so dazzling that it was like a bright star shining with extreme brilliance in the night sky, dispelling the surrounding darkness, making this battlefield filled with evil and despair have a bit of a different kind of brightness for a while. That brightness was like a beam of hope, lighting up the nearly extinguished flame in everyone's hearts, making them reignite a glimmer of fighting spirit.

On the sword body, the power of chaos and the power of the great void intertwined with each other, like two agile spirit snakes, entangled with each other, playing and frolicking, and also like two extreme elements undergoing a mysterious and great integration. They collided and merged with each other, releasing unprecedented energy. They formed an extremely powerful energy fluctuation that seemed to be able to destroy everything and create everything. The fluctuation was like surging waves that could swallow everything, constantly rolling and surging, wave after wave. Each wave contained the power to destroy heaven and earth, spreading in all directions, making the surrounding space begin to distort slightly, as if unable to bear this powerful energy, making a painful groaning sound, as if protesting against the overbearing and powerful nature of this power.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and then let out a loud shout, like the angry roar of the God of Thunder. The sound was deafening, resounding throughout the entire battlefield, and even breaking through the boundaries of the battlefield, echoing in the distant valleys for a long time, startling countless birds and making the beasts in the mountains tremble with fear. The sound was full of power and determination, as if declaring war on the demon god and also challenging fate, with a resolute momentum of never yielding and vowing to fight against evil to the end, making the heaven and the earth moved and everyone inspired, as if seeing a glimmer of hope to defeat the demon god. Although the light was faint, it was enough to light up their way forward.

Immediately after, he swung a sword towards the demon god with all his might. This sword contained all his strength and hope. The sword momentum was like a rainbow piercing the sun, like a shooting star that could cut through the pitch - black night sky and bring light through the heavy darkness, with an indomitable and fearless momentum, directly rushing towards the chest of the demon god. The speed was extremely fast, like a deadly bullet that could penetrate everything, leaving a dazzling light shadow in the air. People didn't even have time to blink, let alone react. They could only watch helplessly as the sword light galloped towards the demon god. Everyone held their breath, and their hearts seemed to stop beating at this moment. Time seemed to stand still, waiting for the result after this sword fell. That result might determine the fate of the entire battlefield and even the life and death of the entire cultivation world. This sword carried too much hope and responsibility, like a sharp blade hanging on the balance of fate, which could change the direction of the whole world at any time.