The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

The little Golden Crow's eyes, which were burning with golden light, suddenly shrank, and its sharp cry pierced the silence at the bottom of the Tanggu Sea. The sound waves shocked the spirit fish swimming around so much that they turned white in an instant.

The flames around it suddenly exploded. What was originally just golden-red flames lingering between its feathers now turned into a meter-high wall of fire, layer upon layer, interweaving into a translucent golden barrier.

The surface of the barrier was covered with the scorching lines unique to the sun's true fire, and each line emitted a sizzling burning sound, trying to hold back the cracks that were constantly spreading on the edge of the altar.

But the crack seemed to be torn by an invisible giant hand and was still expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. From the initial finger-width crack, it quickly split into a gap that could accommodate three people walking side by side.

A thick, black breath rushed out from the crack, carrying with it a disgusting stench - like the smell of millions of rotting corpses mixed with swamp mud. Wherever it passed, the originally clear blue sea water instantly became turbid and black, and countless tiny marine creatures turned into a pool of pus the moment the black air touched it.

What's even more terrifying is that even the spiritual power flowing in the air was frozen by this black air. The originally warm and gentle spiritual power became icy cold and when it fell on people's skin, it felt like countless fine needles pricking them.

"Is this the remaining power of evil?" Gui Jiangye suddenly took half a step back, his hands subconsciously pressing on the witch knife at his waist, his face as pale as paper, his eyes full of unconcealable fear.

He glanced at the twenty or so disciples of the Witch Clan behind him. These people were the most outstanding young generation of the Witch Clan in the past hundred years. There were earth-type wizards who could control the power of the earth, wood-type wizards who were good at healing, and water-type wizards who could cause tides. If all of them were killed here, the Witch Clan would probably be cut off for a hundred years.

"I heard that after the Lich War, an evil force hid itself. I didn't expect it to be hiding under the altar!" Mu Yu's voice trembled slightly. He reached out to hold a shaking coral reef beside him, and a thin layer of ice formed where his fingertips touched.

As one of the few witches in the witch clan who could read ancient books, he had seen records about this power in the "Secret Records of Liches" in the clan's forbidden area - it was the source of evil that existed at the beginning of chaos. Wherever it went, living beings turned into dry bones, all plants withered, and even mountains and rivers were dyed a dead gray.

Su Xiaoya's clenched fists turned white, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes. She mobilized her spiritual power to the extreme, and a light purple spiritual light lingered around her. "Let's resist together! We must not let this power spread! If it rushes out of Tanggu, the entire East China Sea will become a dead sea!"

Before she finished her words, she had already struck first. From her fingertips, a stream of pale purple spiritual energy, as thick as an arm, mingled with tiny lightning patterns and crackling. She raised her arm, and the purple spiritual energy shot out like an arrow, piercing the air with a sharp sound as it fiercely struck the black energy surging from the crack.

Yu Shuheng followed closely behind. He formed a seal with his left hand and clenched his right hand. Light blue spiritual energy quickly gathered in his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a three-foot-long sword. The blade of the sword flowed with a luster like water ripples, and the blade was gleaming with an icy edge.

He leaped forward, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. The long sword in his hand slashed towards the densest mass of black energy in the crack with a whistling sound. Wherever the sword wind passed, even the turbid sea water was split into a clear mark.

Gui Jiangye also immediately came back to his senses. He quickly recited the witch clan's war curse in a low and powerful voice: "With the blood of my witch clan as a guide, I summon the spirit of the earth and forge an immortal shield!"

As the spell fell, he formed complex seals with his hands and slammed them to the ground.

The seabed beneath the altar vibrated violently, and countless ochre-colored lights emerged from the seabed rock layers, condensing into a huge earth shield about a meter high in a blink of an eye.

The surface of the earth shield was covered with ancient witchcraft patterns, each of which was flashing with a heavy light, standing firmly in front of the crack, temporarily stopping the surging black air.

The members of the Wu clan team also used their secret techniques.

The girl in the green witch robe on the left was muttering something, and a soft green light was radiating from her body. The light turned into countless tiny spots of light and fell on her companions. The witches who were originally shivering from the black air, immediately felt a warm power flowing through their bodies when they were touched by the green light, and their tense bodies relaxed.

Several wizards holding wizard staffs on the right inserted their staffs into the seabed and chanted spells to cause tides. The surrounding sea water began to churn violently. Water arrows as thick as arms condensed from the sea water and shot towards the black air in the crack with a "whooshing" sound.

For a moment, the bottom of Tanggu was enveloped in a myriad of lights. Purple lightning energy, blue water swords, green healing light, and ochre protective shields intertwined, colliding with the black, sinister aura, creating intense sparks.

Every collision produced a deafening roar, and the sound waves created huge waves several feet high. The coral reefs originally growing on the seabed continued to shatter in the vibration, and the thick coral branches made a crisp "crackling" sound when they broke. Small gravel floated around in the sea water, like a miniature underwater storm.

However, the sinister force was far more powerful than anyone had imagined. Black energy surged forth like the rising tide, and everyone's spells only managed to temporarily stagnate the black energy before it was swallowed up by the new surge.

Su Xiaoya's purple thunder spiritual power hit the black gas, and although it was able to blast a gap, the gap was instantly filled by more black gas; Yu Shuheng's water sword slashed into the black gas, and the blue light on the sword quickly dimmed, and even black lines spread upward along the sword. If he had not withdrawn the spiritual power in time, even his arm would have been corroded by the black gas.

Gradually, everyone began to feel overwhelmed.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Gui Jiangye's forehead, and the sweat turned into tiny water droplets in the sea water. The arm that summoned the earth shield trembled slightly, and the light of the witch pattern on the surface of the earth shield became dimmer and dimmer, and even a few tiny cracks appeared.

In the witch team, a wizard who was controlling the water arrow suddenly groaned, his face turned pale as paper, and a trace of dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth - in order to maintain the attack of the water arrow, he had consumed too much spiritual power and had begun to damage his internal organs.

Although Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng were both strong, the long period of high-intensity fighting had made their breath disordered. The purple aura around Su Xiaoya was noticeably dimmer, and Yu Shuheng's breathing had also become rapid.

"This isn't a solution!" Yu Shuheng used his spiritual power to suppress the surging blood and qi in his body while shouting to Su Xiaoya, "Our spells can only temporarily block it, but they can't damage the root cause at all! The key is to find the weakness of this evil creature, otherwise it will drain everyone's spiritual power sooner or later!"

Su Xiaoya nodded, her eyes fixed on the black gas that continued to pour out of the crack, trying to find a flaw in it.

But the black energy was a whole, and apart from emitting a heart-pounding chill, there was no visible weakness.

At this moment, a young member of the Wu clan suddenly screamed. His left arm was swept by the black air, and his arm instantly turned black. The black lines quickly spread along his arm to his heart. He wanted to suppress it with spiritual power, but found that the spiritual power in his body quickly melted like ice and snow encountering a raging fire.

"Save him!" Su Xiaoya was about to rush over, but was held back by Yu Shuheng. Yu Shuheng shook his head, his eyes filled with helplessness: "It's too late. The black energy has already invaded his meridians. Forcing rescue will only drag you in too!"

Seeing that more and more people were about to collapse, and some had even begun to despair, the little golden crow that had been guarding the center of the altar suddenly let out a cry that resounded throughout the entire seabed!

The cry was no longer as sharp as before, but carried a sense of majesty and determination, and the sound waves even caused ripples in the surrounding sea water.

The light on its body suddenly became brighter, and the originally golden-red flame instantly became as dazzling as the midday sun. The golden light penetrated the turbid sea water, illuminating the entire seabed like daylight, and even the cold black air retreated slightly under the illumination of the light.

Immediately afterwards, the little golden crow's body began to grow rapidly. Originally only the size of a palm, it suddenly grew to a height of ten feet. When its wings were spread out, they could actually cover half of the altar.

Its feathers were burning with flames, and each feather was like a small torch, emitting a heat that was enough to melt the ice.

Finally, the little Golden Crow's figure transformed into a huge golden-red beam of light, which shot straight up to the top of his head, penetrating the thick sea water, as if it was going to break through the surface of the sea.

Then, the beam of light suddenly changed direction and rushed towards the crack with the momentum of destroying the world!

"boom--"

The moment the beam of light collided with the black aura, a deafening sound was heard.

This time the roar was far more violent than before. The entire Tanggu seabed was shaking violently. The rocks on the edge of the altar kept falling off, and huge waves dozens of feet high were raised in the sea. Even the sound of collapsing rocks could be heard in the distant trench.

The golden beam of light was like the scorching sun, and the black air was like ice and snow. Under the impact of the light beam, the black air quickly melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a "sizzling" burning sound, and the fishy smell in the air was gradually replaced by the burning smell of flames.

Under the pressure of the light column, the crack began to shrink slowly, from the initial wide gap to half a foot, three feet, and one foot...

The little golden crow kept chirping in the beam of light. There was a hint of fatigue in its voice, but it was still full of determination.

The flames on its body grew stronger and stronger, and even golden sparks flew out from the light column, falling into the sea water, instantly evaporating the surrounding sea water into white mist.

An unknown amount of time passed, but when the first ray of sunlight shone through the sea surface onto the bottom of the sea, the black aura finally dissipated completely, and the cracks completely closed, leaving only a shallow mark on the surface of the altar, as if such a terrifying evil power had never appeared.

The altar returned to calm, but the golden-red beam of light gradually dimmed and its brilliance faded away bit by bit.

The figure of the little golden crow emerged from the beam of light. Its body was smaller than before, and its originally glossy golden-red feathers had lost their former luster and became somewhat dull and dry. Even its eyes that once burned with golden light had lost their luster and looked exceptionally weak.

It flapped its tired wings and slowly flew to Su Xiaoya's shoulder. It gently rubbed her cheek and made a faint chirp, as if expressing its tiredness.

Su Xiaoya caressed the little golden crow's feathers lovingly. Her fingertips could feel the faint warmth remaining on it. Her eyes reddened slightly. "Thank you for your hard work."

She could clearly feel that the spiritual power in the little Golden Crow's body was almost exhausted. If it were not for protecting everyone, it would never fight so hard - this divine beast that had been with her since birth always stood in front of her at the most dangerous moments.

Yu Shuheng walked forward and looked at Su Xiaoya and the little golden crow on her shoulder, his eyes full of admiration: "It is a brave beast. If it weren't for it, I'm afraid we would all be buried here today."

He reached out to touch the little golden crow's feathers, but was afraid of disturbing it, so he just touched its wings lightly in the end.

Gui Jiangye and the members of the Wu clan team also gathered around, each of them with gratitude on their faces.

The sorcerer whose arm had been struck by the black energy had now recovered thanks to the healing of the Wood-type witch. He bowed deeply to the Little Golden Crow and said, "Thank you, my divine beast, for saving me. I will never forget this kindness."

Gui Jiangye looked at the little golden crow, then at Su Xiaoya, with mixed feelings in his heart - the wizards and liches had been enemies for generations, but today, it was a divine beast from the demon clan that saved the children of the wizard clan.

"The hatred between the liches has long faded after so many years." Gui Jiangye said softly, with a hint of emotion in his voice.

"In fact, by the end of the Lich Calamity, both sides had discovered some clues - it seemed that a third-party force was secretly instigating the war that year." Mu Yu immediately continued. He had read all this in ancient books.

Mu Mian Mian is also a crazy cultivator, otherwise she wouldn't be considered a woman who isn't a woman by her fiancé. Of course, reading ancient books is one of them.

At this moment, she also expressed her own judgment: "Unfortunately, by that time, too many people had died on both sides of the Lich and the Warlock. The blood feud was piled up like a mountain, and it had already reached the point of no return. Therefore, what the truth is, it no longer matters."

After hearing what Mu Yu and Mu Mianmian said, Gui Jiangye took a deep breath, his eyes becoming more determined. He clasped his fists towards Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng and said, "Master Su, Master Yu, we of the Wu Clan will fight alongside you on the road ahead! No matter how powerful the conspirators hiding behind the scenes are, no matter how dangerous the anomalies in Guixu are, we will not retreat!"

The members of the Wu Clan team nodded in agreement, a determined glint in each of their eyes. Their faces, previously pale with fear, were now filled with determination. After experiencing this life-or-death battle, they had already come to regard Su Xiaoya, Yu Shuheng, and Little Golden Crow as trusted companions.

It was not an order from the witch ancestors, but an approval from the bottom of their hearts.

Su Xiaoya looked up at everyone, then looked down at the little golden crow on her shoulder, a warm smile on her lips: "Okay, we will face it together."

She knew that the next adventure would be even more difficult - the evil power hidden under the altar was just the beginning, the conspirator behind the scenes might appear again at any time, and the abnormality of Guixu also needed to be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise the entire Three Realms would be in crisis.

But she was not afraid, because she had companions fighting alongside her, the loyal and brave Little Golden Crow, and the support of the entire witch clan.

She is not fighting alone.

The runes on the altar were still flickering slightly, and light golden light flowed between the runes, as if cheering them on.

The sunlight shines through the clear sea water onto the altar, lengthening the figures of the people and reflecting a picture full of hope - people of different races stand together, moving forward side by side to protect the three realms.

A battle that concerns the fate of the three realms has just begun, and they are already prepared.

Everyone took a short break on the altar. The wood-type witch replenished the spiritual power of the injured wizard, while Yu Shuheng set up a defensive formation around the altar to prevent further accidents.

The little golden crow fell asleep in Su Xiaoya's arms. It needed to recover its spiritual power as soon as possible to deal with the next danger.

"We can't stay here forever. The anomaly in Guixu hasn't been resolved yet, and the conspirator behind the scenes may come back at any time."

Su Xiaoya stroked Little Golden Crow's feathers and said to everyone, "There may be clues around the altar. Let's explore separately and see if we can find anything related to the anomaly in Guixu."

Everyone nodded, divided into three teams, and began to explore around the altar.