At this mont, two more cultivators attacked Shi Feiyang from both sides. They seed to have planned it well in advance. One held a wolf fang club, its spikes gleaming coldly, smashing toward Shi Feiyang’s head; the other wielded a crescent-shaped flying saber, shooting toward Shi Feiyang’s back.
Shi Feiyang keenly sensed the attacks from both sides. He lightly tapped his foot, using the mystical Lightweight Technique, "Deep Concealnt of Body and Na," his whole body floating like a wisp of smoke, instantly rging with the wind.
The wolf fang club hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust; the crescent flying saber grazed his clothes, as if ti froze at this mont.
Shi Feiyang flipped in the air like a soaring eagle, diving down toward the two cultivators. His movents were fluid and graceful, as if performing an aerial dance.
He wielded the Myanmar saber and the short sword simultaneously, with blades flashing, instantly leaving several wounds on the two cultivators. The precision of his saber technique was breathtaking. The two cultivators let out screams, collapsing to the ground, writhing in agony as if all their strength had been drained away.
The Cultivation Race saw their companions falling one after another, yet they did not retreat; instead, they grew even crazier.
They ford a circle, trapping Shi Feiyang in the middle, each casting magic spells, seemingly intending to bury Shi Feiyang completely in a sea of magic.
Instantly, various magical lights interwove, with red flas, blue lightning, and green poisonous mist surging toward Shi Feiyang, as if to engulf him.
Shi Feiyang was surrounded by this colorful yet perilous torrent of magic.
He took a deep breath, invoking the eighth level of Bright Jade Technique — "Extre Indifference," as if isolating himself from the world.
A surge of coldness enveloped him, forming a thick ice shield, blocking all the magic outside.
The ice shield constantly bore the brunt of magic attacks, emitting "bang bang" sounds, splashing ice blossoms, seemingly narrating the battle’s fierceness.
Shi Feiyang spun like a whirlwind, with the Myanmar saber and short sword coordinating exquisitely, executing the brilliant Hundred Victories Saber Technique, each strike carrying infinite power and beauty.
The Myanmar saber moved with grandeur, each swing creating a gust of wind, with flashes of blade light repelling several cultivators ahead; the short sword was agile and changing, like a nimble viper, targeting weaknesses in their defense, leaving trails of blood, seemingly drawing a death portrait on their bodies.
The cultivators were being beaten back one step after another by Shi Feiyang’s fierce offensive.
Soone attempted to counterattack with magic, but the frigid power of Bright Jade Technique around Shi Feiyang surged fiercely, freezing their magic one by one.
A cultivator spewed a mass of purple flas from his mouth. As soon as the flas appeared, they were engulfed by the cold air, instantly extinguished, turning into wisps of blue smoke that dispersed in the air, as if they never existed.
As Shi Feiyang continued his onslaught, the Cultivation Race’s encirclent gradually parted.
He seized the opportunity, lightly tapped his foot, deploying the superb Lightweight Technique "Deep Concealnt of Body and Na," his whole body becoming like a black lightning bolt, swiftly shooting through the gap, reversing his hand to sweep a few blades, with incessant cracking sounds, severing several cultivators at the waist instantly.
So cultivators, eyes blurred by a mist of blood, only regained their senses after a while, wanting to pursue him, but found Shi Feiyang’s silhouette had long vanished amidst the thick fog and frost, as if he was never there.
With his sharp intuition, Shi Feiyang swiftly traversed this dark valley and soon discovered the cave hidden between the mountain walls.
The cave entrance was concealed by vines and weeds, and without Shi Feiyang’s keen insight, it would have been hard to identify this secret place.
Entering the cave, a damp and decayed scent rushed forward, as if the mold of ages had settled here for a thousand years.
The air inside the cave bore a chilling coldness that could make one’s hair stand on end, as if ti itself was frozen here. Stalactites of varying lengths hung from the cave roof, their sharp points glistening with a cold light in the dim light, like blades waiting to fall at any mont.
The stone walls were covered with moss, the dark green moss emitting an eerie sheen in the darkness, like countless eyes hidden in the dark, silently watching every uninvited guest who entered the cave.
The uneven ground bore pools of varying depths, the water surfaces reflecting flickering flas, shimring and adding to the sinister atmosphere.
Occasionally, droplets fell from the cave roof with a "drip-drip" sound, echoing in the silent cave, each drop hitting like a heavy hamr on one’s heart, causing nerves to tighten, as if even the passage of ti had slowed.
The cave was shrouded in an oppressive air that made breathing difficult.
The fierce battle between the Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Liu Tingting made the air tremble. The aftershocks of the battle reverberated inside the cave, even causing the space to shudder.
The Vermilion Bird’s wings stirred up scorching whirlwinds, the heat waves colliding with the damp cold air inside the cave, forming a misty haze. The mist, under the illumination of the fire light, transford into strange shapes, like spirits dancing.
The Vermilion Bird’s cries echoed in the cave, carrying an ancient and mysterious power, seeming to pierce through the dust of ages, awakening sleeping mories. Its wings beat the air, each stroke accompanied by the leap of flas, dispelling the surrounding darkness one by one.
The blazing flas not only illuminated the cave but also burned with an unyielding will, instilling awe.
In this interweaving of firelight and mist, the Vermilion Bird’s figure appeared all the more majestic and divine.
Its gaze flickered with the light of wisdom, perceiving everything in the world. And those strange shapes shifting in the mist seed to be narrating ancient and mysterious tales, leading people into a world full of fantasy and imagination.
The White Tiger’s deafening roar echoed within the cave, as if the entire space was trembling.
The cave walls seed to respond to this imnse power, the echoes continuing ceaselessly, forming an unignorable resonance.
Simultaneously, the Vermilion Bird’s hot wings cut through the air, emitting a whistling sound, like a fierce fire burning in the wind.
Liu Tingting’s rapid breathing also stood out in the mixed sounds, her breaths seemingly rging with the tense atmosphere, revealing her inner anxiety and unease.
These three sounds intertwined, forming a thrilling symphony. Every roar, every whistle, every breath echoed back and forth in the cave, narrating the breathtaking intensity of the fierce battle.
The echoes on the walls seed to lay the groundwork for this fierce fight, causing the entire cave to be filled with an atmosphere of tension and unease.
The air carried a suffocating sense of oppression, rendering each breath extraordinarily difficult.
However, it was precisely this tense atmosphere that made the battle all the more fierce, all the more gripping.
The faint light emitted by Liu Tingting’s magical artifact appeared so small and helpless in the dark cave, as if it could be swallowed by the darkness at any mont. She gripped the magical artifact tightly, trying to seek a trace of light in the darkness, but the surrounding darkness seed deeper, gradually engulfing her hope.
Yet, the mont Shi Feiyang entered the cave, the powerful aura he exuded imdiately contrasted with the original oppressive atmosphere, yet magically fused together, making the cave’s atmosphere even more tense, like the tranquility before a storm, foretelling an even more intense conflict about to erupt.
The arrival of Shi Feiyang undoubtedly served as a catalyst for this fierce battle, making the already tense atmosphere even more fraught with tension.
Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, "Liu Tingting, it’s over now!"
His voice echoed in the cave, even the echo urged for the end of this battle.
Upon hearing the familiar voice of Shi Feiyang, Liu Tingting’s body trembled violently, and the magical artifact in her hand almost slipped out. She quickly turned her head, her gaze locked on Shi Feiyang, watching as he approached step by step. Her expression turned extrely complex, a mix of emotions impossible to describe with words.
There was shock, confusion, and even a hint of deeply concealed joy. She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say sothing, but eventually just let out a gentle sigh, all emotions turning into a long sigh that drifted away on the wind.
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