Luo Chen’s eyes flashed with determination; he knew he couldn’t back down at this mont. He took a deep breath, mobilizing the soul power within him, ready to engage in an intense battle with this Ink Spirit. An exhilarating conflict was about to unfold in this dark forest.
However, she forgot one thing: both Ling Yueyun and Ling Yue Mu were eager for Luo Chen to get injured or even defeated. How could they possibly step in to save him? In this sudden crisis, Carefree ng Lan was already slower than the Ink Spirit, and with Luo Chen being the closest to the Ink Spirit, he seed unable to avoid this imminent close-quarters confrontation.
Surprisingly, Luo Chen did not show a hint of panic in the face of the Ink Spirit’s sudden attack. His eyes were resolute, his movents swift, and with a clang, he drew the longsword from his back. With a gentle stroke of his two fingers from the left hand across the blade, a faint red glow erged on the eerily gleaming sword, adding a touch of mystery and power to it.
At the instant the Ink Spirit extended its sharp claws, its massive bloody maw suddenly opened, spewing out a Water Dragon Pearl with astounding power! This sudden attack turned Carefree ng Lan’s pretty face pale as she was stopped dead in her tracks halfway through, unable to move forward.
"Luo Chen, little brother!" she called out helplessly, her voice full of worry and resignation.
Yet, Luo Chen’s expression was unfazed. Gripping the longsword firmly, he swept it from left to right through the air, leaving a faint red trail. This strike seed to cut through ti and space, filled with unparalleled determination and courage. Then, unexpectedly, a fierce whirlwind erupted in his right palm! This cyclone directly spun the sword handle, causing the longsword to whirl in the air, rotating like a blood-red windmill, forming a clockwise vortex in an instant!
"This kid!" Ling Yueyun muttered in frustration. Clearly, he had not anticipated that Luo Chen possessed such formidable strength and bravery to launch such a stunning counterattack in a mont of crisis.
However, Ling Yueyun’s shock wasn’t over. With a low shout from Luo Chen, the vortex’s rotation direction instantly changed, shifting from clockwise to counter-clockwise! This unexpected change not only dazzled observers but also demonstrated Luo Chen’s masterful swordsmanship and extraordinary prowess. The longsword under Luo Chen’s control created a powerful counter-clockwise vortex, and the Water Dragon Pearl caught within it was fearsoly reflected back at the startled Ink Spirit!
The Ink Spirit let out a wail, struck hard on the jaw by the Water Dragon Pearl. It tumbled through the air before crashing down, blood rapidly gushing from its mouth. This blow had evidently dealt significant damage, temporarily incapacitating it from continuing the fight.
Carefree ng Lan let out a long breath, finally releasing her pent-up worries. She glanced at Luo Chen, her expression revealing a trace of reproach. She had truly broken out in a cold sweat earlier, fearing Luo Chen might not withstand the Ink Spirit’s fierce assault. But now it seed her fears were unwarranted. Luo Chen not only successfully blocked the Ink Spirit’s attack but also countered with breathtaking swordsmanship, severely wounding his opponent. Such prowess and courage were indeed admirable. anwhile, Ling Yueyun and Ling Yue Mu exchanged glances; clearly, they hadn’t anticipated Luo Chen would perform so outstandingly. This battle had not only altered their perception of Luo Chen but also made them realize how laughable their previous contempt had been. From this mont on, they dared not underestimate this seemingly ordinary youth any longer.
However, just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the battle was over, an unexpected change occurred.
"The Demon Spirit isn’t dead yet!" Ling Yueyaya’s urgent shout suddenly doused them like cold water, instantly awakening the nerves they had just relaxed.
Luo Chen, Carefree ng Lan, Ling Yueyun, and Ling Yue Mu all changed their expressions drastically; they swiftly united, eyes vigilantly fixed on the Demon Spirit lying on the ground, seemingly on the brink of death.
The Demon Spirit appeared to be in extre pain, its body trembling violently as if enduring unspeakable tornt. However, to everyone’s shock, the blood that had been seeping out from its wound began to stop under the coverage of a white mist. With the increase of these mysterious white gases, the Demon Spirit’s expression grew more pained, eventually twisting into a grotesquely dreadful guise.
Everyone’s hearts tightened, feeling both astonished and uneasy by this sudden turn of events. They watched in awe as the white gases swirled around the Demon Spirit’s body until they dissipated completely. During this process, its body seed to be undergoing so form of transformation.
Finally, after the white gases vanished, the Demon Spirit stood up once more. This ti, its fur beca even more flawlessly white, shimring with a mysterious luster. Its eyes, already eerie and cold, now exuded ferocity and savagery, like a awakened predator, sending chills down everyone’s spines.
Witnessing the Demon Spirit’s transformation, several people’s hearts thumped simultaneously. They hadn’t expected this Tier 3 Divine Soul to be so tenacious, capable of displaying such robust vitality even after suffering severe injuries.
"This is its healing ability," Carefree ng Lan explained with a grim expression, "but this skill exhausts considerable energy. It seems intent on fighting us to the death. Everyone, be extrely careful—a reckless Tier 3 Divine Soul can wound any two of us significantly!"
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