klisemfg Chapter 190: Desperate Counterattack
Chapter 190: Desperate Counterattack
Zhuang Yu shielded Wang Yao behind him, his gaze sharp as he stared into the distorted space ahead.
He knew this was the final challenge of his trip, and his last chance to prove himself.
He took a deep breath, feeling the surging spiritual energy within him, and a sense of pride welled up within him.
There was no fear in his eyes, only a burning fighting spirit and fearless sharpness.
That look, like a stabilizing force, gave Wang Yao behind him an immense sense of security.
The distortion of space grew more and more intense, as if an invisible giant hand was kneading it wantonly.
A piercing tearing sound rang out, and spatial rifts spread out like a spider web, emanating a chilling vibration.
Suddenly, a huge phantom slowly emerged from the distorted space.
It resembled a human, but was several times larger than a human, and was shrouded in a thick black mist, making its specific appearance unclear.
A suffocating pressure swept over everything, as if it would crush everything.
Zhuang Yu felt a tightness in his chest, and it became difficult to breathe.
This oppressive aura far surpassed any opponent he had ever encountered before, and was even several times stronger than that old monster in the Nascent Soul stage.
His spiritual power surged uncontrollably, attempting to resist this terrifying pressure.
The surrounding air was stirred up into chaos, emitting sharp whistling sounds and forming visible vortexes of spiritual energy.
“Young Master…” Wang Yao’s voice trembled slightly as she gripped Zhuang Yu’s sleeve tightly, her face as pale as paper.
Zhuang Yu took Wang Yao's hand in return and gave her a reassuring look.
He knew that at this moment he not only had to face a powerful enemy, but also had to protect the girl behind him.
He took a deep breath, circulated his spiritual energy to its maximum, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Before the words were finished, the enormous phantom moved.
It slowly raised one hand and gently waved it in Zhuang Yu's direction.
"They're here!" Zhuang Yu roared...
Zhuang Yu let out a low roar, his hands quickly forming hand seals while he chanted incantations.
In an instant, the spiritual power that had been accumulating within him erupted like a volcano, transforming into a golden dragon that roared as it charged toward the enormous phantom.
The dragon's roar shook the heavens and resounded throughout the entire space, even causing the spatial rifts to tremble.
The dragon, carrying a devastating force, crashed violently into the phantom.
boom!
A deafening roar shook the entire space violently.
The powerful shockwave spread outwards, shattering the surrounding rocks into dust, and widening the spatial cracks, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
At the center of the collision, golden light and black mist intertwined, forming a massive energy vortex that emitted a chilling fluctuation.
The dragon frantically tore at the phantom, its sharp claws leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on its body.
The phantom, under attack, let out an angry roar, waving its massive arms in an attempt to shatter the dragon.
However, the dragon skillfully evaded its attacks, constantly tearing at its body.
Seeing this, Wang Yao felt a little more at ease. She kept her eyes fixed on the battlefield.
However, Phantom was far superior to Zhuang Yu, and it quickly adapted to the dragon's attack methods.
It began to fight back, its attacks unpredictable, sometimes transforming into a giant hand, sometimes into sharp spikes, and sometimes into invisible energy waves, making it impossible for Zhuang Yu to defend against.
Zhuang Yu kept dodging the phantom's attacks while searching for its weakness.
Sweat gradually beaded on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.
He realized that this couldn't go on; he had to find the phantom's weakness as soon as possible in order to defeat it.
Wang Yao, standing to the side, nervously clenched her hands, her palms sweating profusely.
She silently prayed for Zhuang Yu, hoping he would be safe and sound.
"Young master, be careful!" Wang Yao suddenly exclaimed.
Suddenly, the phantom opened its mouth wide and spewed out a beam of black energy that shot straight at Zhuang Yu.
Zhuang Yu was unable to dodge in time and was grazed on the shoulder by the beam of light.
He groaned, staggered, and nearly fell.
"Young Master!" Wang Yao exclaimed, trying to rush forward, but was stopped by Zhuang Yu.
"Don't come any closer, I'm fine!" Zhuang Yu said through gritted teeth. His face was a little pale, but his eyes remained firm.
He looked up at the phantom, and it seemed he had discovered something...
“Its head…” Zhuang Yu murmured to himself.
Zhuang Yu's gaze was fixed on the phantom's head, where the thick black mist seemed to be thinnest, and a faint golden light could be seen.
He took a deep breath, concentrated all the remaining spiritual energy in his body, and condensed it at his fingertips.
Golden light danced at his fingertips, radiating a heart-pounding energy.
"Now!" Zhuang Yu shouted, his figure flashing like lightning, transforming into a golden light that shot straight at the phantom's head.
The phantom seemed to sense the danger. It let out a terrified roar, and its huge body trembled violently as it tried to evade Zhuang Yu's attack.
However, it was ultimately a step too slow.
Zhuang Yu's fingertip precisely struck the golden light on the phantom's head.
A deafening roar erupted, followed by a burst of golden light that illuminated the entire space like a supernova explosion.
The blinding light forced Wang Yao to close her eyes, but she could still feel the powerful energy fluctuations.
As the light faded, the phantom vanished without a trace, leaving only some black residue that slowly drifted down.
The distortion of space gradually subsided, the torn cracks began to heal, and everything around returned to calm.
"Young Master!" Wang Yao excitedly rushed towards Zhuang Yu, her eyes filled with tears of joy.
Zhuang Yu hugged her tightly, feeling her soft body and warm temperature.
The joy of surviving the ordeal and the feelings between the two intertwined at this moment, and the ambiguous atmosphere reached its peak.
"We..." Wang Yao nestled in Zhuang Yu's arms, feeling his heartbeat, and whispered, "We succeeded..."
Zhuang Yu gently stroked her hair, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
"Yes," he said, looking down at the beauty in his arms, his eyes filled with tenderness, "we succeeded..."
Suddenly, Zhuang Yu's gaze sharpened as he sensed a powerful energy fluctuation emanating from the depths of space.
“Wait,” he released Wang Yao, turning his gaze towards the direction from which the energy fluctuations were coming, “It seems there’s something else…”
Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao exchanged a glance, both seeing the relief of surviving a disaster in each other's eyes.
They exchanged a smile, and without saying a word, they tacitly began searching the restored tranquil space.
A faint fragrance filled the air, the scent emanating from the unique spiritual energy of the treasure.
The space that was previously ravaged by phantoms is now as if it has undergone a thorough cleaning. All the dust has been purified, leaving only treasures that radiate a soft glow, lying quietly in various places.
Zhuang Yu arrived first at a place where a golden ball of light floated in the air, containing astonishing spiritual power.
He reached out and touched it, and the ball of light instantly merged into his body. A warm current surged through his entire body, and his meridians felt as if they had been cleansed, becoming incredibly unobstructed.
He felt his cultivation had improved slightly, and was overjoyed, knowing that this must be a rare treasure.
In a corner, Wang Yao discovered a spiritual herb emitting a shimmering white light. It was like a piece of pure white jade, crystal clear and translucent.
She carefully picked the herb, and a fresh and pleasant fragrance wafted out.
She knew that this spiritual herb was very beneficial to cultivation and could help her improve her strength.
The two worked together seamlessly, searching far and wide and reaping a rich harvest.
All sorts of magical artifacts, elixirs, and cultivation techniques were available, making it feel like being in a huge treasure trove.
Zhuang Yu even found a magical artifact specifically designed to aid cultivation: a jade pendant entirely emerald green, radiating a rich wood-elemental spiritual energy.
He handed the jade pendant to Wang Yao, saying, "This jade pendant can help you increase your cultivation speed. Please keep it safe." Wang Yao took the jade pendant and felt the pure spiritual energy contained within it. Filled with gratitude, she smiled sweetly and replied, "Thank you, young master."
After a thorough search, the two returned home laden with spoils, in high spirits.
They returned to the entrance to the space, ready to leave this mysterious place.
The moment they stepped out of the space, Zhuang Yu suddenly felt a powerful force surging within his body. His spiritual energy began to circulate uncontrollably, as if it were about to break free of its restraints.
His expression changed slightly as he was pleasantly surprised to find that his cultivation had reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage and he was about to break through to the next realm.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" Wang Yao noticed Zhuang Yu's unusual behavior and asked with concern.
Zhuang Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the restless spiritual energy within his body. His eyes gleamed with excitement, and he was about to speak when he frowned, suddenly raised his head, and looked into the distance.
"Wait..." he muttered to himself.