bookcurios Chapter 248 The Great Adventure
Chapter 248 The Great Adventure
Ye Jiuchen's face was solemn, his brows furrowed, his eyes slightly closed, as he concentrated intently on mobilizing the profound inner strength within his body. He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, and a faint light flickered in his palms as a continuous stream of inner strength surged into the sword like water bursting its banks.
As internal energy continued to flow in, the already gleaming and incredibly sharp longsword seemed to suddenly come alive, beginning to tremble slightly. At first, the trembling was very slight, but it quickly became more and more intense, as if it were struggling desperately to break free from Ye Jiuchen's control.
At the same time, a deep and menacing buzzing sound emanated from the sword. At first, the sound was as faint as the fluttering of a mosquito's wings, barely audible, but in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a thunderous roar that resounded throughout the heavens and earth! The sound was deafening, chilling to the bone. The surrounding air seemed to be affected, rippling in visible circles that spread in all directions.
Immediately afterward, Ye Jiuchen shouted and swung his long sword fiercely. In an instant, an incomparably sharp sword aura shot towards the flow of internal energy released by the black-robed man like lightning.
With a deafening roar, the sword energy and the flow of internal force collided violently. The immense impact of the collision of the two powerful forces swept outwards like a raging torrent, and even the surrounding air seemed unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, emitting a series of ear-piercing hissing sounds, as if it would be torn to shreds at any moment.
The man in black robes was secretly startled by Ye Jiuchen's powerful attack, but he quickly regained his composure. With a cold snort, he lightly touched the ground with his feet and charged towards Ye Jiuchen like an arrow released from a bow. In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in close combat, fiercely clashing. Sword shadows flashed, sparks flew, and the scene was extremely dangerous.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dongfang Wan'er was finally able to catch her breath for a moment. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her disordered breathing and tense emotions. Then, she sharply observed the situation on the battlefield, searching for the best time to strike.
Finally, when Dongfang Wan'er saw the black-robed man reveal a slight opening, she didn't hesitate to leap forward and join the thrilling battle. Her sword danced up and down, her swordsmanship agile and skillful, each move precisely targeting the black-robed man's weakness.
Faced with the combined attack of Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er, the man in black robes gradually became overwhelmed and began to fall into a disadvantageous position. However, just when the situation was extremely unfavorable to him, a cunning glint flashed in the man's eyes. Taking advantage of a moment of inattention, he swiftly reached into his robes and pulled out a jet-black pill. Then, without hesitation, he crushed the pill with his hand.
As the pill shattered, a thick, impenetrable plume of black smoke suddenly rose, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield. The billowing smoke obscured everything, making it impossible to see anything. When the smoke slowly dissipated, people were astonished to find that the black-robed man had vanished without a trace.
Ye Jiuchen frowned and looked at Dongfang Wan'er. "It's good that you're alright. It seems our opponent is very cunning, and there must be a bigger conspiracy behind it." Dongfang Wan'er nodded, her gaze firm. "No matter who it is, I will investigate to the end."
Under the seemingly telepathic combined attack of Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er, the black-robed man, despite his profound skill and unpredictable, eerie moves, gradually found himself unable to withstand the fierce onslaught and began to slowly fall into a very unfavorable position. His once fierce and swift attacks, like a storm, had lost their former sharpness; each move seemed to carry a hint of weakness and sluggishness. His defense was riddled with holes, like a shield full of punctures, no longer able to withstand the surging onslaught. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like broken beads, sliding down his cold, handsome face and wetting his collar. His breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, each breath accompanied by a tremor, revealing his inner panic and exhaustion.
However, fate always takes an unexpected turn. Just when the situation was extremely unfavorable for him, almost to the point of despair, as if he were tightly bound by an invisible net and about to be completely captured, a cunning and sinister glint suddenly flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. That glint was like a cold star in the dark night, brief yet filled with chilling malice. Taking advantage of a gap in Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er's attacks, in the instant their moves exchanged, he swiftly reached into his robes with lightning speed. His movements were as fast as lightning, his arm flashing a blurry black shadow in the air, and then he pulled out a jet-black pill that exuded an eerie aura. The pill in his palm was like a demonic bead from the abyss of darkness, its dark surface shimmering with a chilling luster, as if concealing endless evil power. Then, without hesitation, he crushed the pill with his hand.
As the pill shattered, a thick plume of black smoke, seemingly capable of swallowing everything, suddenly rose into the air. Like a demon awakened, the smoke surged forth with overwhelming force, resembling a ferocious black beast, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield. It expanded at an alarming rate, extinguishing all light wherever it went, shrouding everything in endless darkness. The black smoke billowed and churned, as thick as ink, impenetrable, blotting out the sky and making it impossible to see anything within. Even those with high levels of skill, like Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er, felt their vision blurred as the black smoke filled the air, as if they were in an endless abyss of darkness, unable to see their own hands in front of their faces. They tried to circulate their internal energy to resist the smoke's invasion, but discovered that the smoke possessed a strange, magical power that interfered with their perception of internal energy, preventing them from fully utilizing their abilities.
As the billowing black smoke slowly dissipated, receding like the tide, people were astonished to find that the black-robed man had vanished without a trace. Where he had stood, only an empty space remained, as if he had never been there, leaving behind only a desolate battlefield. The ground was littered with the marks of battle: messy footprints, broken weapons, and dirt and rocks churned up by the impact of internal force—all testifying to the ferocity of the fierce fight that had just taken place. Gazing at this scene, the crowd felt a surge of doubt and anger rising within them like burning flames.