Chapter 83 The Spiritual Energy Storm: The Peak Duel between the Leaders of Good and Evil
Above the vast sky, the wind and clouds seem to be wantonly stirred by a pair of giant hands. Inky clouds churn, and thunder light flickers. The entire battlefield is like a painting of the end of the world. Lin Yu stands proudly in it. His eyes are like burning stars, and their bright light pierces through the thick haze. A resolute aura vigorously emanates from his whole body, unreservedly showing the determination in his heart. With a light tap of his toes, his figure is like an arrow released from a bow or a sharp rainbow cutting through the sky. With an indomitable momentum, he rushes straight towards the place where the leader of the evil forces is. This fated duel is like the sudden meshing of the gears of fate. Every bit of air is filled with tension and a murderous aura, as if even time has quietly frozen in this tense atmosphere.
The leader of the evil forces hovers in mid-air, like a demonic shadow rising from the abyss of darkness. His figure is almost grotesquely tall. He is tightly wrapped in a thick black aura as dark as ink. This aura seems to have a life of its own, constantly churning and wriggling like a ferocious beast, and spreading wantonly in all directions. Wherever it goes, light, like encountering a natural enemy, is instantly swallowed up completely, leaving only endless gloom and silence. The strangely shaped weapon in his hand is like the fangs of a demon from the Nine Netherworlds. A strange and twisted light flows on its surface. Looking closely, it seems that countless tortured souls are struggling in pain and howling miserably within the light. With every wave of his arm, the air is instantly torn apart, forming gusts of wind containing terrifying destructive power. The wind is filled with an evil curse that makes the soul tremble. Once touched by this force, one will be like falling into an endless dark quagmire, and their vitality will be mercilessly strangled.
In contrast, Lin Yu's expression is as calm as still water, but there is a surging force in his heart. The spiritual power in his body is like a surging tsunami, gallopping unceasingly in his meridians with an overwhelming force. In an instant, his lips part slightly, and he murmurs words, unleashing the supreme unique skill that combines the "Chaotic Divine Canon" and the "Great Void Divine Defense Art". The Taichu Divine Sword seems to sense the surging fighting spirit of its master. It trembles violently in his hand, and the humming sound it makes is like the roar of an ancient
ferocious beast, eagerly longing to taste the enemy's blood. On the sword body, the chaotic power and the power of the Great Void blend and entangle with each other, blooming with a mysterious and dazzling light. This light is like the primordial light at the beginning of the universe's birth, containing the great power to create the world and reshape the universe.
In the blink of an eye, the attack of the leader of the evil forces is like a violent black tornado, howling in with the momentum to destroy everything. Lin Yu's eyes turn cold, showing no fear at all. The Taichu Divine Sword in his hand draws a beautiful and sharp arc, and he defiantly swings it towards the fatal attack. At the moment of the collision between the two, the sky and the earth seem to be torn apart, just like two stars crashing violently in the vast universe, erupting with a deafening roar. This sound exceeds the limit that ordinary people can bear. Like an invisible but extremely powerful shock wave, it sweeps in all directions with irresistible force. Wherever it goes, the air is like being struck by a heavy hammer, twisting and vibrating, and emitting bursts of heart-pounding explosions.
In mid-air, the figures of the two are as elusive as ghosts. As they come and go, the battle reaches a white-hot stage. Relying on the power and strangeness of the dark force, the leader of the evil forces launches fierce and ruthless attacks. Every move is extremely tricky, directly aiming at Lin Yu's vital parts, intending to deliver a fatal blow. Lin Yu, on the other hand, skillfully maneuvers amidst the impenetrable attacks by virtue of his profound understanding of the combined unique skill and his perfect control of the Taichu Divine Sword. His figure is agile, and his sword moves are unpredictable. Every block is just right, and every counterattack hides subtle strategies. He finds a delicate balance between defense and offense. As the battle continues, the powerful spiritual power fluctuations of the two constantly impact the surrounding space. The space is like fragile glass. Under the ravages of this force, it is wantonly kneaded and twisted by an invisible big hand. Horrifying spatial cracks appear from time to time and quickly close up in the powerful energy turbulence, as if the space is moaning in pain, telling of the fierceness and horror of this battle.
At the same time, in another corner of the battlefield, the other members of the team, led by Su Yu, are caught in a tough and arduous battle. They gather around the mysterious and complex formation, using their respective abilities to try their best to break it. The runes of the formation flicker, and the light circulates, exuding a mysterious and powerful force, like an insurmountable mountain blocking their way forward. And the experts of the evil forces will not let them go easily. Wave after wave of attacks, like surging tides, come crashing in, leaving them overwhelmed.
Su Yu stands at the front of the team, like an impregnable shield. The weapon in his hand glimmers with a cold light in the dim light. His eyes are as sharp as torches, and he calmly and steadily commands the actions of his teammates. Whenever an expert of the evil forces breaks through the defense line, he always rushes forward without hesitation, using his own body to build a solid defense line for his teammates. His body is already covered with dense scars, and his clothes are stained with blood. But there is not the slightest trace of retreat or fear in his eyes. Instead, a more intense fighting spirit burns in them. His eyes seem to be declaring to the enemy: As long as
he still has a breath left, he will never let the enemy take a single step forward.
The other members also grit their teeth and tenaciously resist the enemy's attacks. The members proficient in spell attacks quickly form seals with their hands. Rays of light shoot out from their hands, crashing towards the enemy like shooting stars chasing the moon. Where the light reaches, the enemy lets out screams. The members proficient in close combat wave their weapons in their hands and engage in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. Their movements are swift and powerful. Every attack is carried out with the determination to fight to the death, and every defense is made with all their might. Although their situation is becoming more and more difficult, they have more and more wounds on their bodies, and blood keeps flowing, no one chooses to retreat in order to buy enough time for Lin Yu. Each of them harbors a firm belief in their hearts, that is, to defend their position to the death and be willing to pay any price for the final victory.
On the entire battlefield, on one side is the peak duel between Lin Yu and the leader of the evil forces, with dazzling lights and raging spiritual power. The powerful power fluctuations make the sky and the earth pale in comparison. On the other side is the fierce battle between the team members and the experts of the evil forces, with deafening shouts of killing and spurting blood. Every corner is filled with thick smoke and the smell of blood. This battle has long exceeded the simple contest of strength and is a cruel test of will. Everyone is giving their all and going all out for the beliefs and goals in their hearts. On this cruel battlefield, their figures are small but extremely great. Their perseverance and courage will leave an indelible legend on this land.