klisemfg Chapter 164 What the hell is this thing?
Chapter 164 What the hell is this thing?
This energy...
It was completely different from any spiritual power he had ever encountered before; it was violent yet carried a strange calm, and its heat was accompanied by a cold stillness.
Zhuang Yu was filled with doubts. This strange fire seemed to be more complex than it appeared.
He stared at the strange fire in his hand; the flickering flame seemed to have come alive, writhing restlessly in his palm.
The surrounding air seemed to be disturbed by the strange fire, making crackling sounds, and a faint smell of sulfur mixed with an unknown fragrance spread.
Zhuang Yu narrowed his eyes.
Instead of immediately using his spiritual power to probe the strange fire, he slowly placed the strange fire in his hand on the ground.
This sudden action puzzled Wang Yao, who frowned slightly and looked at Zhuang Yu with concern.
"Young master, this strange fire..." she began softly, then hesitated.
Zhuang Yu did not answer, but simply stared quietly at the strange fire on the ground. His deep eyes seemed to contain countless stars, making him unfathomable.
After the strange fire broke free from Zhuang Yu's control, it did not spread like an ordinary flame, but instead hovered quietly on the ground, slowly rotating.
The color of the flames also began to change. The original fiery red gradually faded, replaced by an eerie dark purple, like ghostly flames, exuding a chilling aura.
The temperature around them plummeted, and Wang Yao couldn't help but shiver. She instinctively moved closer to Zhuang Yu, as if she could only feel a trace of warmth by his side.
Zhuang Yu's gaze remained fixed on the changes in the strange fire, his brows furrowed, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
What secrets does this strange fire hold?
“Young Master…” Wang Yao spoke again, her voice trembling slightly, “This strange fire… seems a bit off.” Zhuang Yu did not respond, but slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips gently touching the space around the strange fire.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the strange fire, he suddenly stopped. "As expected..." he murmured to himself, "I remember now..."
Zhuang Yu suddenly remembered an ancient book he had seen in the mysterious space, which recorded a strange fire called "Netherworld Ghost Fire", whose characteristics were very similar to the strange fire in front of him.
With a thought, he entered the mysterious space and quickly found the long-forgotten ancient book among the vast, dusty bookshelves.
Upon handling the ancient book, a sense of vicissitude washes over you; the pages are yellowed, subtly exuding the flavor of time.
Zhuang Yu quickly flipped through the pages and found records about Netherworld Ghost Fire.
"The Netherworld Fire is born in extremely yin and cold places. It feeds on the essence of living beings. Its flame is dark purple, and touching it will result in death..." Zhuang Yu recited the words in the ancient book in a low voice, but his eyes never left the strange fire on the ground.
Sure enough, the ghost fire described in the ancient books was almost identical to the strange fire before them.
"I see..." Zhuang Yu suddenly realized that, according to ancient books, although the Netherworld Ghost Fire was extremely dangerous, it was not uncontrollable.
By setting up a special array around the strange fire, it can be sealed, or even refined and absorbed for one's own use.
Without further hesitation, Zhuang Yu quickly retrieved a set of array flags and some rare materials from the mysterious space, following the records in the ancient book.
His hands flew, spiritual energy surging at his fingertips, as he arranged the array flags and materials around the strange fire.
As the formation was completed, the abnormal fluctuations of the strange fire immediately weakened, and the surrounding dangerous aura also dissipated.
Seeing this, Wang Yao felt somewhat relieved, and she looked at Zhuang Yu.
Just then, a powerful energy surge suddenly came from deep underground, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply.
A stream of scorching magma erupted from the ground, transforming into a fire dragon that roared as it hurtled towards Zhuang Yu.
"The residual power of the Flame Demon!" Zhuang Yu's expression changed. He hadn't expected the Flame Demon's power to be so tenacious. Even after being severely injured by him, it was still able to launch such a fierce attack.
He dared not delay and quickly mobilized his spiritual power to form a solid spiritual power barrier in front of him.
The fire dragon crashed into the spiritual energy barrier, producing a deafening roar that seemed to tremble the surrounding space.
Although the spiritual energy barrier withstood the fire dragon's attack, Zhuang Yu also felt a surge of blood and qi, clearly indicating that the residual power of this fire demon was not to be underestimated.
Seeing this, Wang Yao was filled with worry.
Although she couldn't offer much help, she held tightly to the magical artifact in her hand, ready to support Zhuang Yu at any time.
Zhuang Yu took a deep breath, steadied himself, and stared intently at the churning lava.
He knew that this was just the beginning, and the real battle had only just begun.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and his hands moved in a series of hand seals, unleashing a powerful surge of spiritual energy from his body…
"This power..." Zhuang Yu's expression suddenly sharpened as he sensed the surging power within his body and murmured, "It seems..."
The scorching lava surged like a raging torrent, the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, and charred trees snapped and fell with crackling sounds. The once lush jungle was now a scene of devastation.
Zhuang Yu's expression was solemn as he brandished his longsword, its sharp light repelling the incoming lava wave time and time again.
However, he discovered that the residual power of this fire demon seemed to have some strange characteristics. After each attack, it would absorb the surrounding spiritual energy to replenish itself, like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring everything.
"What the hell is this thing!" Zhuang Yu cursed inwardly. He could clearly feel his spiritual energy being consumed faster and faster, but he couldn't get it replenished in time.
If this continues, he will inevitably be defeated.
Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, fell onto the dusty ground, and disappeared in an instant.
He gritted his teeth, but his sword swings slowed down, and his movements became increasingly sluggish.
Wang Yao watched the battle anxiously from the sidelines, her slender fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her heart filled with worry.
Seeing Zhuang Yu gradually fall into a disadvantageous position, she bit her lower lip lightly, but in the end she could not stand idly by.
"Young master, be careful!" Wang Yao shouted, rushing forward without regard for her own safety.
Her spiritual energy surged, and although it was weak, it formed a thin barrier in front of Zhuang Yu.
"boom!"
The magma crashed into Wang Yao's spiritual energy barrier, producing a loud bang.
Wang Yao's petite body was blasted away, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining her clothes red.
"Wang Yao!" Zhuang Yu's eyes widened in horror. He hadn't expected Wang Yao to stand up for him.
He was filled with guilt and gratitude, and an indescribable emotion surged in his chest.
He leaped forward and caught Wang Yao as she was thrown backward, gently placing her on the ground.
Wang Yao's face was pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, but she forced a weak smile: "Young Master, I'm alright..."
Zhuang Yu looked at Wang Yao, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
He reached out and gently stroked Wang Yao's cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin.
"Why..." Zhuang Yu's voice was low and hoarse, "Why did you do this..."
Wang Yao smiled slightly, her eyes filled with determination: "Because... Young Master is my master..."
Zhuang Yu looked at Wang Yao, his gaze gradually hardening.
He slowly stood up, and a powerful aura erupted from his body...
"I won't... let you sacrifice yourself in vain..."
Zhuang Yu's eyes burned with fierce flames; Wang Yao's selfless protection ignited the fighting spirit within him.
An unprecedented power surged and roared within him, as if it wanted to break through all constraints.
He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice shaking the surrounding fields and making the trees rustle.
"How could I, Zhuang Yu, be stopped by the mere remnant power of the Flame Demon!"
With a thought, he entered the mysterious space.
Within the vast space, countless rare and precious materials emitted an alluring glow, but he walked straight to the depths of the space, where an ancient sword, entirely black, was placed, its blade radiating a chilling aura.
"You are the one!"
Zhuang Yu gripped the sword hilt, and a cold sensation instantly spread throughout his body, yet he felt incredibly comfortable, as if the sword had always belonged to him.
He drew the ancient sword from its sheath, and a dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire space. Intricate runes were engraved on the sword, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
Back in the real world, Zhuang Yu held an ancient sword, its tip pointing directly at the surging lava.
He infused his spiritual power into the ancient sword, which emitted a clear sword cry, its blade shone brightly, and a suffocating pressure swept out.
"cut!"
Zhuang Yu roared and swung his ancient sword down.
A dazzling sword light ripped through the void, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and fiercely slashed towards the magma.
With a deafening roar, the sword light collided with the magma, bursting forth with dazzling light.
The surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and the air seemed to be distorted.
The magma roared mournfully under the impact of the sword light, like a wounded beast struggling in agony.
However, faced with the immense power of the ancient sword, all its resistance seemed utterly futile.
Finally, the magma let out a defiant roar and vanished completely into the world.
Zhuang Yu slowly sheathed his sword, the ancient sword's light dimming as it returned to its calm state.
He let out a long breath, feeling the surging power within him, and a smile appeared on his lips.
However, at that moment, he keenly sensed something amiss.
He turned to look into the distance and saw Hong Qi leading Ah San, Ah Si, and others to approach stealthily, their eyes gleaming with greed.
Zhuang Yu's face instantly darkened; he knew a new battle was about to begin...