Lin Yang charged into the battlefield like a black meteor, his robes fluttering in the wind. His sword gleamed with dazzling light, like a piercing blade cutting through the darkness at dawn. He swiftly locked onto a Void Refinement stage demonic figure and unhesitatingly unleashed a sword technique fused with spatial power. In an instant, the surrounding space seemed to be kneaded and distorted by an invisible giant hand. Grotesque spatial rifts spread like a spiderweb towards the demonic figure, hissing and crackling wherever they passed, as if groaning in pain.
Sensing a deadly threat, the demonic shadow let out a sharp, piercing roar, like the mournful cry of a night owl, sending chills down one's spine. The black spear in its hand instantly erupted with a dense aura of darkness, like a swirling cloud of ink, fiercely attacking Lin Yang.
"Boom!" The two collided violently, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy spread out from them like a raging tsunami. This surge was almost tangible; wherever it went, the nearby demonic figures were blown away like fallen leaves swept by a gale, and the defensive array was also severely impacted. The light barrier trembled violently, and the light flickered erratically, as if it would shatter at any moment.
With his profound strength at the mid-Nascent Soul stage and the enhancement of mysterious spatial power, Lin Yang managed to achieve a stalemate with the Void Refinement stage demonic figure. However, he knew that with each passing second, the pressure on the defensive formation would increase, and he had to end the battle quickly.
Lin Yang took a deep breath, concentrating all his mental energy like a tightly wound spring. He once again mobilized the power of the mysterious light, allowing it to deeply merge with his own spiritual power, as if they were water and milk. At this moment, the sword in his hand seemed to possess a life of its own, moving like a nimble dragon in his grasp, each swing unleashing a series of sharp spatial blades. These spatial blades swept towards the demonic shadow like a whirlwind, cutting through space in their wake, shimmering with eerie light.
The demonic figure was equally unyielding, its dark aura surging and churning like boiling black water. Its spear transformed into streaks of black light, clashing fiercely with Lin Yang's sword strikes like a dense rain of bullets. Each impact unleashed a dazzling light and a deafening roar, as if shattering the entire Spirit Ruins Market.
Meanwhile, upon receiving Lin Yang's warning, the various forces within the Lingxu Market reacted swiftly, like well-trained soldiers. They stared intently at the subtle surges of dark energy preceding the demonic attack. Whenever the dark energy began to gather like dark clouds, the defensive array activated at full power, its light blazing brightly, the multicolored rays intertwining to form an impenetrable rainbow barrier.
Members of each faction unleashed their signature skills, delivering a devastating blow to the demonic shadow. The sword cultivators of the Spirit Sword Sect moved through the air like graceful fairies, swiftly shifting their sword formations to counter the demonic shadow with the exquisite "Eight Trigrams Soaring Dragon Sword Formation." Within the formation, sword energy crisscrossed, weaving freely like agile dragons. Each sword energy contained powerful sword intent; wherever it went, the demonic shadow vanished into nothingness, leaving only piercing screams echoing through the night sky.
Zhao Wanbao, the master of Wanbao Pavilion, personally manipulated one of the pavilion's most prized treasures—the "Myriad Manifestations Glazed Mirror." This mirror, with its ancient design, radiated a mysterious, multicolored light. Zhao Wanbao rapidly formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Beams of multicolored light shot from the mirror, like sharp swords. Wherever the light shone, the dark power of the demonic shadow was instantly dispelled, like ice meeting the blazing sun. The demonic shadow's form became ethereal and transparent, teetering on the verge of collapse.
The alchemists, meanwhile, remained steadfast in the rear, like busy craftsmen. They skillfully concocted various elixirs to treat the wounded and alleviate their pain. Simultaneously, they raced against time to refine special elixirs that enhanced combat effectiveness; these elixirs emitted an alluring aroma, seemingly containing boundless power. The alchemists swiftly distributed the elixirs to the frontline soldiers. After consuming them, the soldiers immediately felt a surge of power within them, their fatigue vanished, and their morale soared.
With everyone's concerted efforts, the first wave of attacks from the extraterrestrial demons was finally temporarily halted. The demons' offensive, like a surging tide encountering a sturdy dam, gradually receded.
But Lin Yang knew in his heart that this was merely the calm before the storm. The demonic shadows would not give up easily; they would surely launch an even fiercer and more frenzied attack. While fighting desperately against the Void Refinement stage demonic shadows, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, hold on! Don't let your guard down! We've only achieved an initial victory; the enemy will never give up!"
Just then, a massive black vortex suddenly appeared in the already pitch-black sky. The vortex, like a black hole devouring everything, spun wildly, its surging dark energy spreading like a raging undercurrent across the entire Spirit Ruins Market. A far more colossal demonic figure slowly emerged from it, its body as massive as a mountain, radiating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine. This aura was several times stronger than the previous Void Refinement stage demonic figure, clearly reaching the Integration stage.
The moment this Nascent Soul stage demonic figure appeared, it unleashed a deafening roar. This roar exploded in the air like a bombshell, filled with rage and boundless killing intent. The surrounding space cracked like fragile glass under its influence.
Lin Yang's heart sank, as if struck by a boulder. He knew the real crisis had only just begun. This Nascent Soul stage demonic shadow was far more powerful than he had imagined. If he couldn't devise a countermeasure in time, the seemingly impenetrable defenses of the Spirit Ruins Market could be completely destroyed in an instant. He quickly racked his brains, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding battlefield like lightning, trying to find the demonic shadow's weakness amidst the chaos.
At this moment, members of various factions also felt the immense pressure emanating from this Nascent Soul stage demonic figure. Their expressions turned grim, their eyes fixed on the demonic figure with unwavering determination and resolve. They knew that an even more brutal and intense battle was about to erupt, and they would fight to the last ounce of their strength for the survival of the Spirit Ruins Market.
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