So both Fang Shuang and her grandfather were trying to speed up. Suddenly, Fang Shuang unleashed a burst of ghostly energy, as if opening the gates of hell. The golden-armored warrior was also forced to retreat a few steps by the pressure of this ghostly energy.

But the eerie ghostly aura suddenly changed, transforming into a mask of a vengeful ghost that was placed on Fang Shuang's face. After putting on the mask, for some reason, the ghostly aura on Fang Shuang vanished without a trace in an instant, as if the "Fang Shuang" of today was the original Fang Shuang who had returned.

Wearing a mask, he was even more frightening than before. The mask was a green ghost head, and his face was neither crying nor laughing. You could see the emptiness in his eyes, which was very eerie.

After the ghostly aura on Fang Shuang disappeared, Shui Yanling was finally able to move again, but she was also seriously injured. The black mist at the beginning had already damaged her soul's essence, and seeing the mask now made her feel a chill down her spine.

Upon seeing this, Grandpa couldn't help but quicken his movements. The peach wood sword emitted a faint red light and, guided by Grandpa, began to draw something in the air, leaving only faint lines.

I don't know what this is, but Grandpa is already sweating profusely, which shows that this is not an easy task. Moreover, I can see that the speed of my hands is constantly increasing, to the point that it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

Fang Shuang just stood there, the black spear tightly gripped in his hand, without making any move.

Seeing that her grandfather was still casting spells and it seemed like it would take a long time to finish, while she had recovered somewhat, Shui Yanling shuddered and immediately sat up, ignoring her injuries. She exhaled a cloud of black mist from her mouth, which transformed into black flames. Then, with a flick of her hand, she guided the flames to float in her palm.

The golden-armored warrior seemed not to notice her at all. Although Shui Yanling also had a considerable amount of ghostly energy emanating from her, he still gripped the golden divine sword with both hands and stared straight ahead at "Fang Shuang".

Shui Yanling did not make a direct move, because her injuries were too severe to withstand the attack head-on. She could only stand behind the golden-armored warrior, seemingly preparing to support him from the side, in order to buy time.

Suddenly, Fang Shuang moved. He pulled back the hand holding the black spear and then flicked it. A ball of black, paste-like liquid floated out from his dark arm, instantly enveloping the black spear. After a few moments, the black spear transformed into a long, black sword, with wisps of black smoke floating on it.

Shui Yanling's eyelids twitched involuntarily. The black smoke was extremely similar to the mist that had begun to devour her life essence, and it also had a familiar feeling to her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

But the next moment her eyes widened, because after the black smoke drifted by, flames appeared on the black knife that were exactly the same as the black flames in Shui Yanling's hand.

The flames engulfed the entire black blade, which, held in Fang Shuang's hand, resembled a demon from the abyss, standing proudly.

Compared to the flames on the black blade, the flames in Shui Yanling's hand seemed rather meager, just a small ball floating in her hand, as if it might go out at any moment.

Before she could even sigh, Fang Shuang, who was holding the black blade floating with black flames, suddenly disappeared, and when she reappeared, she was already standing between the golden-armored warrior and Shui Yanling.

Shui Yanling was startled when she suddenly saw "Fang Shuang" so close to her. Without thinking, she immediately threw the black flame in her hand at him, then quickly stepped back and stood next to her grandfather, putting some distance between herself and "Fang Shuang".

Only then did she see clearly that the golden-armored warrior standing behind "Fang Shuang" had a long slit torn open from the sword to his body, as if a single slash had cut the golden-armored warrior's divine weapon and body in two.

Moreover, a large patch of black flames emerged from the broken section, directly engulfing the golden-armored warrior's entire body. The golden-armored warrior seemed to feel no pain, standing motionless in place, his body shattered into two pieces, and then disappeared under the burning black flames.

Seeing the flames that Shui Yanling threw at him in desperation, he ignored them completely. He simply touched the flames with the tip of his blade, and the black flames that belonged to Shui Yanling immediately melted into the black blade, as if they had become his own.

Seeing the golden-armored warrior disappear and witnessing this scene, Shui Yanling felt as if she had sunk to the bottom of the sea, but her grandfather was still guiding the peach wood sword to draw something in the air.

Although Shui Yanling didn't know exactly what it was, judging from Fang Shuang's reaction, it must be something that could threaten him. This was their last hope, so they could only trust their grandfather.

Thinking this, Shui Yanling could only gather all the ghost energy in her body and stand in front of "Fang Shuang" to protect her grandfather behind her.

Shui Yanling knew she couldn't stop it at all, but she still wanted to try, because she wouldn't let go of any chance that could wake Fang Shuang up.

"Who told me to be his fiancée?" Shui Yanling thought to herself, then revealed an extremely beautiful smile. Although her face was unusually pale, her expression was exceptionally firm.

Then she clasped her hands together, gently closed her eyes, and another water spirit suddenly floated out from outside her body. She smiled sadly and made the same movement as the original.

Grandpa, who was standing nearby, suddenly spoke up when he saw this scene: "Yanling, no! What are you planning to do? Stop it!" Shui Yanling did not listen to Grandpa and stopped. Then, white flames suddenly ignited on her body. The flames were pure white, but they seemed to come from the deepest hell. What came out of the flames was not high temperature, but a bone-chilling cold, as if it were the melting of a thousand-year-old ice.

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