klisemfg Chapter 199 Crisis comes again
Chapter 199 Crisis comes again
Thick, dark clouds rolled in, as if ink had been spilled across the sky, swallowing up the last ray of light.
The once clear sky was now terribly gloomy and oppressively suffocating.
At the same time, a black mist rose from the ground, like giant black pythons, winding and twisting, spreading outwards.
The fog was icy cold and carried a nauseating, fishy stench. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered, and the land cracked, as if all life had been drained away.
"What's going on?" Xiao Hong cried out in terror, her voice trembling as she tightly gripped Qingyan Zhenjun's sleeve.
He felt a strong sense of unease, as if something terrible was about to happen.
Qingyan Zhenjun frowned, his gaze sweeping warily around him.
This sudden turn of events made him feel uneasy.
But he quickly suppressed his unease. "A good opportunity!" he whispered, a hint of excitement in his voice.
He turned to look at Zhuang Yu and saw that Zhuang Yu was tightly protecting Wang Yao and the cub, which made him even more certain that this sudden change must be related to the divine beast cub.
"Little Red, let's go!" Qingyan Zhenjun gave the order and charged towards Zhuang Yu first.
The longsword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, carrying a sharp killing intent, and aimed straight for Zhuang Yu's vital points.
Xiao Hong followed closely behind, a short sword appearing in her hand as well. Together with Qingyan Zhenjun, they launched a fierce attack on Zhuang Yu.
While dodging the attacks of Qingyan Zhenjun and his disciples, Zhuang Yu also had to protect Wang Yao and the cub, which put him in a difficult situation.
The black fog grew thicker and thicker, almost completely obscuring his vision, making it difficult for him to determine the location of True Monarch Qingyan and his disciples.
"Zhuang Yu, hand over the divine beast cub, and I may spare your life!" The voice of True Monarch Qingyan came from the thick fog, tinged with smugness.
He believed that under these circumstances, Zhuang Yu would be absolutely unable to withstand their attack.
Zhuang Yu sneered, ignoring Qingyan Zhenjun's threat.
He held Wang Yao and the cub tightly in his arms.
Suddenly, he felt a powerful force emanating from the cub, a force that was warm and strong, dispelling the surrounding chill.
He looked down at the cub, and saw that the cub was radiating a faint golden light, and its large eyes were looking at him.
"It seems we still have hope..." Zhuang Yu murmured to himself, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
"Protect it!"
The black mist clung tightly to Zhuang Yu like a leech, greedily devouring his spiritual power.
Zhuang Yu felt his power being stripped away bit by bit, as if being peeled away from a cocoon. His once full dantian was now empty, like the bottom of a dried-up well.
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and bringing a chilling sensation that made him shiver.
His heart pounded violently in his chest, like a drumbeat, each beat striking his nerves and filling him with waves of panic.
"Damn it!" Zhuang Yu cursed under his breath, clenching his teeth.
He felt his body growing heavier and his breathing becoming rapid, as if a boulder was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, each second feeling like an eternity. He felt like a drowning man struggling in endless darkness, unable to grasp a lifeline.
The cold laughter of True Monarch Qingyan echoed in the thick fog, like a death warrant, making him even more anxious.
Just when Zhuang Yu was about to give up, a sudden change occurred.
Suddenly, the mythical beast cub in her arms let out a clear cry, and a dazzling golden light burst forth from its small body, like the rising sun, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.
Wherever the golden light touched, the black mist melted away rapidly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, making a "sizzling" sound.
A warm and powerful force swept over him, instantly filling Zhuang Yu's entire body. He felt his power return, and it was even stronger than before.
Caught off guard, Qingyan Zhenjun and Xiaohong were struck by the sudden golden light and flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground with a muffled groan.
They stared in horror at the mythical beast cub; this tiny cub possessed such immense power!
As the golden light faded, the divine beast cub gently nuzzled against Zhuang Yu's chest, letting out a soft, sweet cry, as if comforting him.
Zhuang Yu looked down at the cub, reached out and gently stroked its soft fur, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.
"It seems we've really encountered a formidable opponent..." Zhuang Yu muttered to himself, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"Yao'er..."
Wang Yao held the cub tightly, feeling its warm touch. Her worries vanished like smoke blown away by the wind.
She looked down at the cub, her eyes filled with surprise and gratitude.
Those clear eyes seemed to contain the brilliance of stars, stirring a tender feeling in her heart.
She couldn't help but kiss the cub's soft forehead, and the cub squeaked happily, rubbing its little head against her cheek. The fluffy touch made her laugh out loud.
As Zhuang Yu watched this scene, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
He watched the affectionate interaction between Wang Yao and the cub, and his heart was filled with joy.
In this perilous world of cultivation, such peace and warmth are truly precious.
He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the faint scent of grass and the subtle milky fragrance emanating from the cubs, which made him feel refreshed and relaxed.
However, this brief peace was soon broken.
Qingyan Zhenjun and Xiaohong got up from the ground. Their robes were tattered and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of their mouths.
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"Damn it! This little beast is so powerful!" True Monarch Qingyan said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with anger and resentment.
He gripped the longsword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He originally thought that with his and his apprentice's strength, they could easily take down Zhuang Yu and the cub.
However, he never expected that this tiny cub would possess such great power.
Xiao Hong's face was also very ugly. He looked at the cub with resentment and hatred in his eyes.
He had lived under the protection of True Lord Qingyan since childhood, enjoying a smooth and successful life, and had never suffered such humiliation.
This intensified his hatred for the cubs.
"Master, we can't give up like this!" Xiao Hong whispered.
Qingyan Zhenjun nodded. If he couldn't capture Zhuang Yu and the cub, he would lose face and might even become a laughing stock in the entire cultivation world.
He took a deep breath, and his aura became powerful again. The longsword in his hand hummed as if responding to its master's anger.
"Today, I will definitely kill you all!" Qingyan Zhenjun roared and charged towards Zhuang Yu again.
He wielded his longsword even more swiftly, each strike carrying a world-destroying power, as if to tear space itself apart.
Xiao Hong followed closely behind, his short sword becoming even sharper, and combined with Qingyan Zhenjun's attacks, making it difficult for Zhuang Yu to defend himself.
Zhuang Yu focused his attention on dealing with the attacks from Qingyan Zhenjun and his disciples. His figure moved like a ghost through the thick fog, dodging one deadly attack after another.
At the same time, his hands were rapidly forming hand seals, and streams of spiritual energy surged from his body, forming defensive barriers to resist the attacks of True Monarch Qingyan and his disciples.
Just then, Zhuang Yu's sword emitted a clear dragon's roar, carrying an unparalleled aura, and he engaged in a fierce battle with Qingyan Zhenjun and his disciples.
The sword light flashed, and the spiritual energy collided, producing a deafening roar that seemed to shatter the entire space.
During the battle, Zhuang Yu did not attack relentlessly; instead, he deliberately exposed an opening.
The sword light cascaded like a silver river, and the blade's edge seemed to freeze like frost.
Zhuang Yu's figure flickered uncertainly in the thick fog, drifting like a ghost, each appearance accompanied by a sharp sword aura.
His sword clashed fiercely with Qingyan Zhenjun's, producing a piercing sound of metal striking metal, which made the surrounding air buzz.
In the fierce battle, Zhuang Yu seemed to be in grave danger, but in reality, there was a hidden danger lurking beneath the surface.
He deliberately created an opening, his body pausing slightly as if he were exhausted.
Xiao Hong was overjoyed at the sight, thinking he had seized an opportunity. He thrust his short sword like a viper's tongue at Zhuang Yu's chest.
In the blink of an eye, just as Xiao Hong's short sword was about to pierce Zhuang Yu, a cold smile appeared on Zhuang Yu's lips.
He suddenly turned around, dodging Xiao Hong's attack with the agility of a dragon, and at the same time, he swung his sword backhand, striking Xiao Hong's shoulder.
"Ah!" Xiao Hong screamed in agony as the short sword slipped from her hand. She flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, her blood staining the ground red.
"Little Red!" Qingyan Zhenjun was shocked to see this. He quickly withdrew his attack and flashed to Little Red's side to check his injuries.
He looked at the deep, bone-revealing wound on Xiao Hong's shoulder.
"You...you dare to hurt my disciple!" Qingyan Zhenjun roared, his voice filled with killing intent.
He looked up at Zhuang Yu, his eyes blazing with fury.
Zhuang Yu sneered, completely unconcerned about Qingyan Zhenjun's anger.
"If you're not as skilled as others, don't blame me," he said casually, his tone full of disdain.
Qingyan Zhenjun was so angry that he trembled all over. He wished he could tear Zhuang Yu to pieces.
However, he knew it wasn't the right time yet.
Xiao Hong was seriously injured, and he had lost his best opportunity to attack.
If this continues, they may all be in danger.
"Let's go!" True Monarch Qingyan picked up Little Red, turned around and left, disappearing into the thick fog.
Zhuang Yu watched their departing figures but did not give chase.
He knew that True Monarch Qingyan would not give up easily; their battle was not over yet.
Moreover, he sensed that there were other unknown dangers in this area.
Just as he was considering his next move, the ground suddenly began to shake, and a powerful force came from deep underground, as if something terrible was about to burst out of the ground.
"Yao'er, hold on tight to me!"