bayedsolid Chapter 320 A Turning Point for the Immortal Sect, Yao Zhi Breaks Through the Predicament
Chapter 320 A Turning Point for the Immortal Sect, Yao Zhi Breaks Through the Predicament
Chapter 320 A Turning Point for the Immortal Sect, Yao Zhi Breaks Through the Predicament
"Oh no!" I thought to myself, "That mysterious power...it...it's here!" The voice was like a call from hell, cold and piercing, carrying undisguised malice.
I could almost feel it whispering in my ear, mocking my overestimation of my abilities.
Fear clung to my heart like vines, almost suffocating me.
But I cannot fall. I am Xiao Yao, I am their hope!
Almost simultaneously, dark clouds rolled in the sky above the Immortal Gate, accompanied by lightning and thunder, as if the end of the world had arrived.
That powerful aura, like an invisible giant hand, pressed down hard on everyone's hearts.
The disciples were terrified, their faces as pale as paper, their lips trembling, yet they could not utter a sound.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, as if foreshadowing a brutal battle that was about to unfold.
I tried to steady my trembling body, took a deep breath, and forced myself to calm down.
My palms were covered in cold sweat, and my hands and feet felt numb.
Just then, a warm and strong hand grasped mine tightly.
I turned my head and saw Wen Chen standing beside me. His deep eyes were filled with determination and tenderness, as if telling me: Don't be afraid, I'm here.
The warmth of his palm traveled to mine, dispelling my fear. A surge of warmth welled up in my heart, rekindling my hope.
With a loud "boom," the defensive formation outside the immortal gate shook violently, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.
Immediately afterwards, a black beam of energy descended from the sky and slammed into the defensive formation.
A powerful energy surge spread out like ripples, uprooting the surrounding trees and instantly reducing the houses to dust.
"Resist! We swear to defend the Immortal Gate to the death!" General Zhao roared, his voice hoarse from the exertion.
Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and the long sword in his hand gleamed coldly as he led his soldiers in a desperate resistance.
However, that mysterious power was too strong, and the immortal sect's defensive formation was teetering on the brink of collapse.
My heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.
I anxiously looked around, hoping to find a glimmer of hope, but to no avail.
Are we really going to be wiped out here?
No, I am not reconciled!
“Wen Chen…” I gripped his hand tightly, my nails almost digging into his flesh. “What… what should we do?” My voice trembled, tinged with despair.
Wen Chen didn't speak, but simply gripped my hand tightly, looking at me with unwavering eyes, as if to tell me: Trust me.
He suddenly turned around and said to Pharmacist Lin behind him, "Pharmacist Lin..."
Wen Chen's voice was deep and powerful, yet trembled slightly, "Pharmacist Lin, is there a way to break this?"
Upon hearing this, Pharmacist Lin's face turned even paler, his lips trembled, and he could barely speak.
"I...I..." he stammered, his eyes flickering, and finally shook his head in despair, "No...nothing can withstand this power..." His voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost a silent sob.
Despair spread rapidly like a plague, and fear and despair were written all over the disciples' faces; some even began to sob quietly.
I felt a suffocating despair. Were we really going to wait here to die?
Just then, Deacon Li suddenly darted out from the crowd, his face deathly pale and his whole body trembling like a leaf.
"It's over! It's over! We're all going to die!" he screamed, his voice sharp and piercing, like the cry of an owl, sending chills down one's spine.
He shouted as he stumbled backward, as if some terrifying monster was chasing him.
"Shut up!" I roared, my voice hoarse from the force of my shout.
This coward dares to disrupt morale at a time like this!
My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging deep into my flesh, causing a sharp pain.
I wanted to rush up to him and slap him to bring him to his senses.
but
I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my anger, and turned to look at Wen Chen, only to find that his expression was also extremely unpleasant.
His lips were pressed tightly into a straight line, and his jaw was taut.
"Wen Chen..." I called softly, wanting to comfort him, but I didn't know what to say.
He suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed intently on me. "Yao'er..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, "I..."
Before Wen Chen could finish speaking, a sudden flash of inspiration struck me, and a bold idea arose spontaneously.
"Wait!" I grabbed Wen Chen's arm abruptly, stopping him from continuing. "I have an idea!"
Although my voice was not loud, it was exceptionally firm, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
They all turned to look at me. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my excitement, and slowly said, "We don't need to confront that force head-on. We can..." I paused, my gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Wen Chen. I said, word by word, "We can use their strength against them!"
"Use their strength against them?" Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what I meant.
I pointed to the remaining enemy forces outside the Immortal Gate and said firmly, "We will use the Immortal Gate's formation to guide that power to them, making them kill each other!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the crowd erupted in an uproar.
Some people agreed, some expressed doubt, and some even directly opposed it.
"This is too risky!" General Zhao said with a furrowed brow and a heavy tone, "If we don't control it properly, that power might backfire on us!"
"Yes!" Pharmacist Lin echoed, "This is too dangerous! We can't gamble with the safety of the entire immortal sect!"
I understand their concerns, but I know even better that if we don't take a gamble, we'll just be sitting here waiting to die!
I took a deep breath and said firmly, "I know this is risky, but we have no other choice! Rather than sit and wait to die, we might as well take a gamble!" My gaze swept over everyone, and I said in a deep voice, "I believe we can succeed!"
My words struck like a thunderclap, resounding in everyone's hearts.
Looking into my determined eyes, their initially panicked hearts gradually calmed down.
"Okay! We'll do it your way!" Wen Chen was the first to stand up and support me.
With Wen Chen's support, the others also expressed their willingness to give it a try.
I was overjoyed and immediately directed everyone to begin their operation.
With everyone working together, the immortal sect's formation was quickly adjusted.
I stood on the city wall, watching that mysterious force roar like a black dragon as it charged toward the remnants of the enemy army, my heart filled with anticipation.
With a deafening roar, the black dragon collided with the remnants of the enemy army, unleashing a dazzling burst of light.
Immediately afterwards, screams, wails, and explosions rose and fell, echoing throughout the heavens and the earth.
I watched as my enemies slaughtered each other, a smug smile spreading across my face.
A dazzling light enveloped me, like a triumphant general.
“Now…” I turned to look at Wen Chen and said calmly, “It’s our turn…”
As the smoke cleared, the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with the fragrance of earth.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the nausea churning in my stomach, and ordered everyone to immediately repair the defensive fortifications.
"Quickly! Reinforce the formation! Repair the city walls!" My voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying an undeniable authority.
Although my disciples were exhausted, my words seemed to infuse them with new strength. They sprang into action, like industrious ants, carrying boulders and timber to repair the damaged city walls.
Watching them busy at work, I felt a surge of satisfaction and pride.
Wen Chen walked to my side and gently took my hand. His palm was warm and dry, which brought me a sense of comfort.
"Yao'er, you did very well." His voice was deep and gentle, with a hint of barely perceptible praise.
I turned to look at him and smiled slightly, "This is all thanks to everyone."
As the sun sets, its blood-red glow paints the entire Immortal Sect in a golden-red hue.
The restored city wall stands majestically, like a steel behemoth, guarding the peace of the immortal sect.
The disciples stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance.
Standing on the city wall, looking down at the busy crowd below, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.
I made it!
I protected the Immortal Sect!
I protected my home!
Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and I couldn't help but shiver.
I looked up at the sky, which had been clear but was now covered by dark clouds, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in my heart. Had that mysterious power really disappeared?
I always feel that things are not that simple.
Just then, I sensed a powerful aura coming from afar. The aura was cold and evil, sending chills down my spine.
I turned my head sharply in the direction from which the aura was coming, but saw nothing.
"What's wrong?" Wen Chen noticed my unusual behavior and asked with concern.
I shook my head. "I feel... like something is watching us..."
Wen Chen followed my gaze, his brows furrowing slightly. "I felt it too..."
We looked at each other and saw the same doubt and unease in each other's eyes.
Behind that mysterious power, there seems to be an even more powerful manipulator, but who exactly is this manipulator?
Suddenly, I saw a dark shadow flash across the distant mountain peak. The shadow disappeared in a flash, its speed astonishing.
"There!" I said urgently, pointing in the direction the shadow had disappeared.
Wen Chen looked in the direction I was pointing, but saw nothing. "There's nothing there..."
I shook my head. "I clearly saw..." Before I could finish speaking, a cold voice came from behind me, "Are you looking for me?"