I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

Xinghan stood on the huge back of the beast, complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

He tried to release his spiritual power, but it was as if he was bound by invisible chains.

Even though the beast was like a sleeping giant at this moment, the endless feeling of oppression still made him feel powerless.

"This giant beast can still have such powerful power even when it is asleep."

Xinghan muttered to himself, his brows furrowed, as if he was looking for clues to break the ban.

He looked around, his eyes full of vigilance.

There was a mysterious aura surrounding the giant beast's body.

It was like some kind of ancient seal, locking Xinghan’s spiritual power tightly within a small range.

He tried various methods, but was unable to break through this invisible shackle.

"I must find a way out." Xinghan clenched his fists and made a secret decision in his heart.

One person's power is limited. Perhaps Qingji has some solution.

Thinking of this, Xinghan called Qingji, but although his voice was urgent, no one answered him.

The giant beast was also soundly asleep and didn't wake up at all.

At this moment, the body of the giant beast trembled violently, as if the sleeping ancient god was awakened, and let out a low and shocking roar. This sound was like ancient thunder, rolling in, shaking Xinghan's eardrums and almost making him unable to breathe. He covered his ears tightly, and his body trembled involuntarily, as if he was tightly bound by an invisible force.

After he managed to stabilize his breath, the surrounding scene gradually became clear. The giant beast's huge eyes were tightly closed, but it exuded a kind of oppressive darkness, like a deep black hole, swallowing up all the light around it. This darkness not only made the surrounding environment oppressive, but also made Xinghan's vision blurred.

He tried his best to drive his spiritual power to dispel the darkness, but found that the darkness seemed to have life, tightly wrapped around his body, making it impossible for him to see everything around him. He could only rely on his own perception to carefully explore the surrounding environment and look for a possible way out.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Xinghan's forehead, and his heartbeat accelerated. He knew that he had to find a way to break this dark restriction as soon as possible, otherwise he and Qingji would fall into a more dangerous situation. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and began to think about possible countermeasures, but first he had to make sure Qingji was also safe.

"Qingji, Qingji, can you hear me? Are you still at the entrance of the cave?"

Xinghan called softly, his voice echoing in the silent darkness with a hint of uneasiness and urgency.

"Kiyohime... Kurogiri, Kurogiri Kiyohime, are you still hanging over my head..."

Xinghan's voice gradually became lower, as if being corroded by the cold air around him.

"Hey, answer me!" He raised his voice, but the only response he got was empty silence.

Xinghan tried his best to keep his voice calm, not wanting to cause unnecessary panic in this dark environment.

However, his heart felt as if it was being weighed down by a huge rock.

He gathered all his strength, then stretched out his trembling hand and gently touched the black mist lingering above his head.

That was where Qingji was. Her figure seemed to have been swallowed up by the darkness long ago, leaving only this faint connection.

Although Xinghan was very afraid of snake venom, he still reached out his hand resolutely.

His fingers gently touched the black mist and felt a cold and sticky touch, as if he had touched some unfathomable existence.

There was no response from the other party.

"Kiyohime..."

He called softly, his voice filled with endless tenderness and concern.

However, the little man in the black mist did not react at all.

She held a lock of his hair tightly, as if it was her only support.

Xinghan tried to pull the strand of hair hard, but found that Qingji's grip was unusually tight.

He didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting her.

He gently stroked his fingers through her black hair, feeling the slightly cool touch, his heart filled with helplessness and loss.

Finally, he gave up struggling helplessly.

Let your sore arms drop, close your eyes, and let your mood gradually calm down.

He knew that now he could only rely on his own wisdom and courage to find a way to break through this restriction.

Xinghan tried to calm himself down and began to carefully analyze the current situation. He knew that facing such a powerful beast, any rash action might bring unpredictable consequences.

First, he observed the static posture of the giant beast. Although its eyes were closed, the pressure emanating from it was still chilling. He speculated that this pressure might be an innate ability of the giant beast, used to intimidate and suppress the creatures around it. If this power was directly triggered, even he himself would find it difficult to resist.

Then, Xinghan considered the source of his power - spiritual power. Under the influence of such a powerful force, could his spiritual power still function normally? He tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, but found that the flow rate was significantly slowed down, as if it was restrained by an invisible force. This made him realize that he could not rely solely on brute force to fight against the giant beast.

In addition, he also thought about the possible destructive power of the giant beast. If the giant beast wakes up and releases its power, I am afraid that this area will be reduced to ruins. He must find a way to escape as soon as possible, otherwise if he is trapped, the consequences will be disastrous.

After analyzing various possibilities, Xinghan decided to adopt a more cautious strategy.

Since you can't do it by yourself, ask for help.

As he thought, he manipulated the star weapon on his wrist.

He obtained this star weapon by chance, but Xinghan was still unclear about how it was formed.

He tried to mobilize these stars and explore the power they contained.

When fighting with Qingji, Xinghan particularly noticed that Qingji would concentrate spiritual energy every time.

Xinghan tried to imitate Qingji and also mobilized his weak spiritual power, gathering it together to surround the star weapon on his wrist with spiritual power.

Scenes appeared one after another, with no clue at all, but Xinghan always felt that it was not that simple.

"Could it be that I am just imagining things?"

"Hey? How could this happen?!"

Xinghan suddenly started and stopped exploring the spiritual power.

He suddenly discovered a small detail that he had overlooked before. In fact, he had experienced similar situations several times, but he ignored them all.

In this world, nothing appears out of thin air, right?

If everything here is arranged, then Xinghan knows what he should do.

Xinghan closed his eyes again, crossed his legs on the giant beast's back, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, condensed it together, and focused the spiritual power on a star.

At this moment, something wonderful happened.