The blood moon was hanging high in the sky, like a huge furnace on the verge of breaking and burning, emitting a chilling dark red light in the dark night. The strange light was like a layer of ominous gauze, gently but domineeringly covering the entire Bianjing, instantly rendering this once prosperous ancient capital into a gloomy and terrifying bloody purgatory. As far as the eye could see, the streets, pavilions, and palace walls were all drenched in this strange red light, and there was deathly silence and despair everywhere, as if you were in the legendary border of hell.
The former tranquility and peace of the wasteland on the outskirts of the city had long been completely broken. At this moment, the netherworld rift was like a hideous and terrifying, slowly opening devil's mouth, ruthlessly tearing the skin of the earth. From the deep cracks, dark green rotten black gas continuously seeped out, like a surging black tide, spreading wildly in all directions. Wherever it passed, life was instantly deprived, and the originally green grass quickly withered and died, turning into a dry yellow; under the erosion of the black gas, the hard stone was like fragile thin paper, quickly weathering, breaking, and turning into powder. The air was filled with a disgusting strong stench, and every breath seemed to remind everyone that the whole world was irreversibly heading towards decay and destruction.
The scene in the Jin army camp was gloomy and terrifying, like a true portrayal of hell on earth. More than 300 innocent captives were tied tightly to the thick stone pillars at the edge of the crack with cold and heavy iron chains. They were either ragged or covered with wounds, with deep fear and endless despair in their eyes. The desire for life in their eyes seemed so weak and helpless in the face of this cruel reality. Wanyan Lie, the general of the Jin army, had a hideous face and held a bloody scimitar in his hand. The blood on the blade was still dripping, gathering into a small pool of crimson on the ground. He raised his head and laughed wildly, with madness and greed in his laughter: "Sacrifice these ants and open the netherworld crack as soon as possible! By then, the entire Central Plains will be trampled under our feet and become the possession of the Great Jin!" With his sharp and piercing order, a group of wolf-like soldiers waved their cold and shining weapons without hesitation and cruelly cut the throats of the captives. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing dazzling arcs in the air, and then flowed along the intricate gullies on the ground, continuously into the bottomless cracks, like fertile soil that nourishes the seeds of evil, making the terrifying power hidden in the depths of the darkness even more powerful and restless.
The stench of black air in the cracks became stronger and stronger, like a materialized black fog, covering everything around, and it was pitch dark. In this thick darkness, a pair of huge white bone hands slowly emerged from the depths of the cracks. Each finger was as big as a house, and the knuckles were covered with sharp bone spurs, flashing a cold light in the dim light. The giant hand waved in the air, bringing up gusts of howling wind. The wind was as strong as a tornado, rolling up the sand and stones on the ground, forming small, rotating sand and stone vortices in the air. At the same time, the entire space seemed to be twisted and pulled by an invisible powerful force, like broken glass, full of weirdness and danger. Being in it, gravity becomes chaotic. Sometimes people feel that their bodies are as heavy as a mountain, as if they are carrying the weight of the whole world, and every step they take is extremely difficult; sometimes they feel that their bodies are light, like a rootless feather that can be blown to the unknown void by the wind at any time.
At this critical moment, a fiery red figure streaked across the sky like a meteor and appeared above the battlefield. It was Lin Wanqiu. She was dressed in a bright red dress, like a burning flame, and was particularly eye-catching in this dark and depressing environment. The dragon horn on her forehead burst into a dazzling blue light, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating a small piece of darkness. Behind her was a long green light tail, just like a smart and powerful green dragon, leaving a gorgeous track in the night sky. On the other side, Lin Feng held the Qingming Mirror, which had been repaired for the most part. On the mirror body, the mysterious golden runes flickered, as if telling of an ancient and powerful power. His eyes were firm and cold. Although his armor was damaged in many places, revealing mottled scratches and bloodstains, the unyielding heroic spirit emanating from the inside out was not diminished at all. The two of them looked at each other from a distance in the air. With just a glance, they understood each other. Without any verbal communication, they flew towards the crack in tacit understanding. Their moves were naturally connected and coordinated like flowing water. Every attack and every defense was just right, as if the bond between past and present lives was completely awakened at this moment, reaching a perfect resonance.
"Hehehe." A sharp, piercing, and creepy laugh suddenly came from the diffuse black fog. Then, the fox demon leader flashed and turned into a human form, appearing in front of everyone. It was dressed in a snow-white robe, and the white color in this dark atmosphere actually revealed a strange evil spirit. There was an extremely evil smile on the corner of its mouth, and its nine tails swung wantonly behind it. Each tail tip was burning with a dark blue flame. The flames were jumping, emitting bursts of coldness, as if they could freeze all life in the world. "Long Ling, and you, a humble mortal, do you really think that just the two of you can stop the opening of the rift? It's simply a foolish dream, extremely ridiculous!" The fox demon leader gave an order, and in an instant, countless fox demons poured out from the black fog like a tide, their eyes flashing with bloodthirsty red light, and they pounced towards Lin Feng and Lin Wanqiu with their fangs and claws. The densely packed figures were like a black cloud, instantly covering the two of them.
Seeing this, Lin Wanqiu opened her beautiful eyes and cried out. In an instant, the dragon horn on her forehead shone brightly, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes. Then, her body changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a majestic giant green dragon. The dragon looked up to the sky and let out a deafening dragon roar, the sound waves rolling, as if it could shatter the sky. Then, the dragon opened its bloody mouth and a blazing dragon flame gushed out. The dragon flame was a dazzling red gold color. Wherever it went, the air was instantly ignited and made a "sizzling" sound. The fox demons were touched by the dragon flame and screamed miserably. Their bodies quickly turned into ashes in the high temperature and dissipated in the air, leaving only a faint smell of burning. Lin Feng held the Qingming Mirror tightly with both hands, muttering something. Instantly, golden rays of light shot out from the mirror, and the light was like a materialized sword, carrying a powerful sealing power. The fox demons touched by the light were instantly covered by a layer of golden runes, unable to move, and could only roar in despair, with the red light in their eyes gradually dimming. The two complemented each other's moves and cooperated perfectly. For a time, the fox demons suffered heavy casualties, and screams and wails were heard on the battlefield.
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However, just when the battle seemed to be in Lin Feng and Lin Wanqiu's favor, the Jin army suddenly launched an attack. With the sound of a low horn, thousands of arrows were fired from the Jin army camp. The dense arrows were like a black cloud, covering the sky and shooting towards Lin Feng and Lin Wanqiu. The arrows cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and each one carried a deadly threat. Lin Wanqiu sensed the danger and quickly swung her dragon tail. A strong airflow spread out from her center to the surroundings. Under the impact of this airflow, most of the arrows changed their trajectories, deviated from the target, and fell to the ground. But this action also caused a brief flaw in her figure. The fox demon leader keenly captured this opportunity, and a flash of cold light flashed in his eyes. The nine tails instantly became like extremely sharp scimitars, wrapped in a biting cold air, and chopped fiercely at Lin Wanqiu's dragon body.
Seeing this, Lin Feng was shocked. He jumped up without hesitation and rushed towards Lin Wanqiu. He raised the Qingming Mirror high, trying to use the mirror body to block the attack of the fox demon leader. "Bang!" With a loud bang, the mirror body and the fox tail collided heavily. The powerful impact was like a small earthquake, shaking the surrounding air. Lin Feng's body was like a kite with a broken string. It was shaken and flew far away, drew an arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping down his chin, staining the armor on his chest red. But even so, his eyes were still firm, struggling to get up and continue fighting.
At this critical moment of life and death, a slightly hunched figure rushed into the battlefield like a flash of lightning. It was Duan Litang. At this time, his hair was completely white, as dazzling as winter frost and snow; his face was haggard and withered, as if he was an old man who had experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes. However, his eyes were still as firm as before, revealing a moving determination and fearlessness. He held a scroll of ancient talismans in his hand, which exuded a faint golden light, as if carrying the weight of the years and the mysterious power. "Lin Feng, Miss Lin, I'll help you!" Duan Litang shouted loudly, his voice was a little hoarse, but it was full of unquestionable firmness. As he said that, he threw the talisman into the air with both hands, and the talisman instantly turned into countless golden lights, like a group of smart golden birds, flying rapidly towards the direction of the crack. Wherever the light reached, the disgusting dark green black gas was quickly dispelled. The giant skeletal hand that was originally slowly extending out also began to slowly retract into the crack under the illumination of this light, as if it was full of fear of this light.
Wanyan Lie was furious when he saw this, and the ferocious look on his face became more intense. "Old thing, you dare to ruin my good deeds, today is the day you die!" He waved the scimitar in his hand, and the blade drew a series of cold lights in the air, and rushed towards Duan Litang frantically. Seeing this, Lin Wanqiu and Lin Feng were anxious and wanted to go to support, but at this time they were entangled by many fox demons and could not get away. The fox demons were like crazy beasts, constantly attacking, making them overwhelmed.
Duan Litang was not afraid of Wanyan Lie's attack. He took a deep breath, quickly formed seals with his hands, and muttered something. In an instant, a huge golden light shield appeared in front of him, emitting a sacred light, protecting his body firmly. Wanyan Lie's scimitar chopped on the light shield, making a loud "clang clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, but the light shield did not move at all. However, the power in the crack was too strong. Duan Litang could clearly feel that his power was quickly fading away like sand in an hourglass. His face became paler and paler, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but his eyes were always firm and never wavered.
Duan Litang knew that he could not hold on for much longer. He slowly turned his head and looked at Lin Feng with a relieved smile on his face. "Lin Feng, I entrust the Qingming Mirror to you. Remember, the good or bad of the mirror depends on the user. In this life, I have a clear conscience!" After saying that, he used up all his last strength and poured all his energy into the talisman. The talisman instantly emitted a dazzling light, which was like a new sun, illuminating the entire battlefield. Under the cover of this light, the cracks began to slowly close, and the surrounding black air quickly dissipated. However, Duan Litang's body gradually became transparent in this light, and finally turned into countless pieces of talisman paper, drifting away with the wind, as if he had never existed in this world, leaving only those moving words, echoing in everyone's ears for a long time.
Lin Wanqiu and Lin Feng witnessed this scene, their hearts filled with grief and anger, as if there was a raging fire burning in their chests. A trace of determination flashed in their eyes, and the dragon flame and the mirror light seemed to have a telepathic connection at this moment, naturally intertwined together, forming an extremely powerful force, attacking the fox demon leader and Wanyan Lie. The fox demon leader and Wanyan Lie sensed this powerful force and were shocked. They wanted to dodge, but at this time they were firmly locked by this force and had nowhere to escape. Under the dual attack of the dragon flame and the mirror light, they let out a shrill scream, and their bodies were instantly torn into pieces by the powerful force, dissipating in the air, leaving only a mess of the battlefield.
Just when everyone thought that this thrilling crisis was finally resolved, a low, hoarse whisper suddenly came from the crack. The voice seemed to come from the deepest part of hell, carrying endless resentment and evil. Every syllable seemed to penetrate the soul and make people shudder. At the same time, the blood moon hanging high in the sky suddenly broke apart without any warning, turning into countless dazzling meteor showers, falling madly towards the earth. The meteor shower was like a sharp sword, cutting through the night sky. Wherever it went, the earth trembled and flames shot up into the sky. Although the crack was temporarily sealed due to Duan Litang's sacrifice, no one knew when and how the next more terrifying crisis would come again.
