Inside the Lingxu Market, shouts of battle, the clash of spells, and the roars of demonic beasts intertwined to create a tragic war song. The defensive magic array teetered on the brink of collapse, and spiritual energy overflowing from the cracks splashed everywhere like out-of-control fireworks, reflecting the tense yet resolute faces of the crowd.
The sword cultivators of the Spirit Sword Sect stood like an iron wall, blocking the Blood Blade Sect Master's fierce attacks in the center. Their improved sword formation, like shimmering stars, crisscrossed with sword energy, constantly clashing with the Blood Blade Sect Master's crimson sword energy. Each clash triggered a surge of spiritual energy, tearing trenches into the ground and reducing surrounding buildings to dust under the impact.
The elder of the Spirit Sword Sect stood on end, his beard and hair bristling, the sword in his hand radiating dazzling light. He unleashed the Spirit Sword Sect's top-tier sword technique, "Star Shattering Slash," a sword aura imbued with the power of stars soaring into the sky with earth-shattering might, slashing towards the Blood Blade Sect Master. Sensing this powerful threat, the Blood Blade Sect Master gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, his crimson spiritual energy surging wildly, condensing into a massive blood-red shield.
With a deafening boom, the starlight sword energy collided with the blood-red shield, unleashing a blinding light that stung everyone's eyes. The powerful energy shockwave created a storm that swept across the entire battlefield, uprooting trees and hurling boulders like dust.
The Bloodblade Sect Master's arm went numb from the impact, and he involuntarily staggered back a few steps. But the ferocity in his eyes remained undiminished as he roared, "Spirit Ruins Market, today is your death day!" With that, he swung his longsword once more, unleashing an even more powerful Bloodblade Storm. Countless crimson blades roared out from around him, like a swarm of crazed, bloodthirsty bats, rushing towards the sword cultivators.
The sword cultivators showed no fear, their sword formation shifting rapidly. They moved with skillful agility among the blood-red blades, their swords slashing precisely at the incoming attacks. However, the sheer number of blood-red blades was overwhelming; some sword cultivators were still cut, their clothes stained with blood. Yet they held their ground, their eyes filled with unwavering resolve.
To the west, the battle between the Wanbaoge disciples and the flying demonic beasts reached its climax. The flames within the "Flame Dragon Cauldron" raged fiercely, the temperature soaring dramatically, as if the surrounding air itself were about to ignite. A colossal fire dragon roared forth from the cauldron, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at the flying demonic beasts. Sensing the threat of the flames, the demonic beasts let out sharp roars. One of the largest beasts spewed a plume of black smoke from its mouth, attempting to block the fire dragon's attack.
The disciples of Wanbaoge, manipulating the "Ice Soul Needles," fired them at the eyes and wings of the demonic beasts under the cover of the fiery dragon. The needles transformed into streaks of cold light, shooting through the air like meteors. One demonic beast, unable to dodge in time, was struck in the eye by a needle, letting out a painful howl as it lost its balance and plummeted from the sky. But the other demonic beasts continued their frenzied attack on the defensive array, their claws scratching and clawing at it, producing a piercing sound.
To the south, the experts of the Linghe Merchant Guild engaged in a thrilling close-quarters battle with infiltrated enemies in a narrow alley. The guild's experts unleashed a variety of exquisite spells: the "Illusion Spell" caused enemies to hallucinate, wildly swinging their weapons in place; the "Immobilization Spell" froze some enemies in place, unable to move. However, the enemies were no pushovers either, and they countered with equally unorthodox magic.
A powerful member of the merchant guild was about to cast a binding spell on an enemy when suddenly, another enemy leaped down from a nearby rooftop, a dagger gleaming in his hand, aiming for his back. At that critical moment, another merchant guild member spotted the attack and swiftly conjured a spiritual shield, blocking it. Immediately afterward, he unleashed "Flame Impact," a pillar of fire rising from the ground and engulfing the assailant.
To the north, facing the fierce impact of the spirit energy spheres, the defenders of the Spirit Ruins Market united as one. They formed a spirit energy shield formation, each person channeling their own spirit energy into the shield. Under the impact of the spirit energy spheres, the shield flickered, and fine cracks appeared on its surface. But the defenders gritted their teeth, constantly adjusting their spirit energy output, holding their ground.
Lin Yang rushed back and forth across the battlefield, directing the various forces. He was extremely anxious as he watched the defensive formation on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him—he remembered a newly crafted magical artifact from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion: the "Spirit Source Gathering Pearl." This artifact could gather surrounding spiritual energy and transform it into powerful defensive capabilities.
Lin Yang rushed to Wanbaoge and retrieved the "Spirit Source Gathering Bead." He placed the bead at the core of the defensive array, then circulated his own spiritual power to activate it. The bead instantly emitted a dazzling light, and the surrounding spiritual power converged on it like a tide. Under the bead's effect, the cracks in the defensive array began to gradually heal, and the light grew even stronger.
"Hold on, everyone! We will definitely be able to defend the Lingxu Market!" Lin Yang shouted, his voice echoing throughout the battlefield and instilling a powerful belief in everyone.
Inspired by Lin Yang, the morale of the people in Lingxu Market soared. They fought even more fiercely, engaging in a desperate struggle with the enemy. However, the various forces allied with the Blood Blade Sect continued their relentless attack, showing no sign of retreat. Who would emerge victorious in this battle? Could Lingxu Market turn the tide in this crisis? The situation remained tense, with everyone giving their all for the survival of their home.
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