God and Demon Killing Platform: I can summon the gods of China

The sound of the dark lord chanting his spell became louder and louder, like whispers from hell, shocking everyone's heart.

The dark aura rolled and surged, as if some huge monster was about to break out of its shell.

Everyone held their breath, their palms full of cold sweat, and stared nervously into the depths of the darkness.

The Protoss' starlight barrier trembled slightly, as if it could not withstand this powerful dark force.

"The barrier can't hold on any longer!" Star Spirit's voice trembled slightly, and his face turned pale.

The Lightbringer looked at the Star Spirit worriedly and asked with concern: "Can you hold on?"

Xing Ling gritted his teeth and nodded: "I will try my best, but... I need more time."

The red-robed wizard paced back and forth anxiously, the staff in his hand flickering, but he could not find the right moment to interrupt the dark lord's spell.

He cursed under his breath: "Damn, why is this spell so long!"

The oppression of the dark power made it difficult for the white elf to exert her purifying power. Her face turned pale and her body trembled slightly, but she was still trying to resist.

The green elf sneered at the side and said, "With your weak power, you want to fight against the dark lord? It's just wishful thinking!"

The dark aura became increasingly dense, almost solidifying into something substantial; everyone found it difficult to breathe.

The Blue Star Guardian said in a deep voice: "The power of the Dark Lord is stronger than we imagined. We must come up with a solution as soon as possible!"

Kelinda held Zhang Cheng's arm tightly, her eyes full of worry: "Zhang Cheng, what should we do?"

Zhang Cheng frowned, his eyes firmly staring into the depths of darkness.

He felt tremendous pressure, but he did not give up hope.

He knew that they had to find the Dark Lord's weakness in order to turn the situation around.

Suddenly, the Nebula Sage pointed at the Dark Lord and exclaimed: "Look! His spell..."

The Nebula Sage pointed at the Dark Lord's feet, his voice trembling but clear: "His spell... needs to be connected to the magic circle on the ground! See those tiny lines? As long as they are destroyed..."

Zhang Cheng's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he instantly caught what the Nebula Sage pointed to. There was indeed a complex magic circle carved under the Dark Lord's feet, flashing a dark red light, which echoed the dark energy surging in his hands.

"Good opportunity!" Zhang Cheng said in a low voice, with a gleam in his eyes.

An unprecedented energy surged in his body, he clasped his hands together and muttered something.

A dazzling white light burst out from him, forming a huge blade of light, emitting a sacred aura.

"This is... 'Judgment of Holy Light'!" The Messenger of Light exclaimed. She had never seen Zhang Cheng use such a powerful skill.

This light seems to be able to purify all evil and illuminate all darkness.

"This kid actually has such a trick up his sleeve!" The red-robed wizard couldn't help but admire him, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

The green elf's face suddenly changed, and he muttered in disbelief: "Impossible... How could he..."

Zhang Cheng's figure turned into a stream of light, and the blade of light cut through the darkness and went straight to the feet of the Dark Lord.

The speed was so fast that everyone was dumbfounded.

The Dark Lord was caught off guard and hastily raised his hands to try to block the sudden attack.

"Too late!" Zhang Cheng shouted coldly, and the light blade slashed fiercely on the magic circle.

boom!

With a loud bang, the magic circle collapsed instantly, and dark red light splashed everywhere like broken glass.

The Dark Lord let out a painful roar, and the dark energy in his hands fluctuated violently, as if it was about to get out of control.

"Now!" A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the interstellar knight. He raised the sword in his hand high, and the sword body flashed with a cold light.

"kill!"

When the interstellar knight saw Zhang Cheng succeed, he shot towards the dark lord like an arrow.

The long sword in his hand seemed to have turned into the wrath of thunder, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air.

The sword's edge flashed with the energy unique to an interstellar knight, and each stab landed precisely on the weak point of the Dark Lord's defense, causing spider-web-like cracks to appear on the originally indestructible dark shield.

The Dark Lord was caught off guard by this sudden attack. His magic circle was broken and the power connection was interrupted, making it difficult for him to control the violent dark energy in his body for a while.

He roared and waved the dark energy ball in his hand to try to fight back, but the Star Knight dodged it deftly again and again.

The dark energy ball smashed into the ground with a deafening roar, and deep charred pits were blown out on the ground one after another. The dark creatures around it also felt the weakness of their master, and began to become restless and uttered bursts of roars.

Klinda stood aside, staring at the figure of Star Knight without blinking.

She was deeply fascinated by his agile posture, sharp swordsmanship, and the fearless courage he exuded.

She clenched her fists, as if she were in the battle, feeling every attack and every dodge of the Star Knight.

Her eyes were full of admiration, and she silently cheered for the Star Knight in her heart: "Come on! Knight! You can do it!"

The Dark Lord was defeated step by step, and the dark aura that was originally so powerful on his body began to dim. His angry roar was mixed with a trace of fear that was hard to conceal.

The balance of victory seems to be tilting towards Zhang Cheng and others.

At this moment, the gray-bearded old man suddenly walked up to the maze guardian and whispered, "Now is a good time to look for the holy relic. The dark lord is being held back. We cannot miss this opportunity."

The Labyrinth Guardian shook his head and stared at the battlefield firmly: "No, it's not the right time yet. The power of the Dark Lord has not been completely suppressed. Rash actions will only put us in greater danger. We must first defeat him completely..."

The gray-bearded old man frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "But..." He was about to refute, but was interrupted by the maze guardian who raised his hand.

The old man stared at the guardian, his eyes flickering, as if he was planning something.

"Foolish! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" The gray-bearded old man growled, his dry branch-like fingers almost poking the chest of the maze guardian. "The holy relic is the key! With it, we can truly defeat the darkness and completely end this dispute!"

The maze guardian stood still, his eyes as sharp as a hawk: "You are too eager for quick success! The dark lord is cunning and scheming. His showing of weakness at this moment is probably just a trick to lure the enemy! The holy relic is important, but if we die because of it, everything will be over!"

"Coward!" The old man snorted disdainfully, "Your so-called caution is nothing but an excuse for cowardice!" He turned around abruptly, as if he had decided to act alone, "I can't wait any longer! I must get the holy relic!"

The maze guardian grabbed the old man's shoulders and said in a low voice with unquestionable authority: "I order you in the name of the guardian, do not act rashly!"

When the two were on the verge of a confrontation, the figure of the Dark Lord disappeared into the depths of the dark maze like a ghost.

The interstellar knight's sword suddenly stopped, and the tip of the sword hummed, as if sensing something.

He looked around and whispered in a vigilant voice: "Be careful! He's not gone!"

Zhang Cheng said in a deep voice: "Everyone stand back to back and stay alert!" The messenger of light quickly released a ray of holy light, illuminating the surrounding environment, but the darkness seemed to be thicker, like a huge beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Everyone held their breath and the tense atmosphere almost froze.

The battlefield, which had been in the midst of fierce fighting just a moment ago, was now eerily silent.

Klinda held Star Knight's hand tightly, feeling the sweat on his palm. She whispered, "Star Knight, where do you think he will go?"

The Star Knight did not answer, but stared straight ahead with a sharp gaze. He slowly raised his sword, pointed the tip in one direction, and said in a cold tone: "There..."