The Land of the Earth

Song Chaoming, Tianyuan, Jingyun, Feng Qi, Chaoyun, and He Jiaojiao have all recovered from their injuries.

Everyone summoned their own swords, the Sword of Light and the Sword of Dreams appeared in Song Chaoming's left and right hands, the Sword of Time flew above Song Chaoming's head, and the Sword of Fire appeared in Tianyuan's hand.

The Fengmo Sword appeared in Feng Qi's hands, the Yunming Sword appeared in Jingyun's hands, the Lianming Sword appeared in He Jiaojiao's hands, and the Shitian Sword appeared in Chaoyun's hands.

However, before they could prepare themselves, the Fire Lions, Earth Bears, and Ice Dragons rushed towards them like a surging tide.

The Fiery Lion took the lead in attacking. Its huge body was like a burning ball of hellfire, and every step it took left charred and smoking footprints on the ground.

The scorching temperature made the surrounding land emit a terrifying "sizzling" sound, as if the earth was wailing in pain.

Its mane was like countless burning tongues of fire, dancing wildly, and each one seemed to be able to ignite the air.

The flames spewing from its mouth were like a raging fire dragon, rushing towards everyone with its fangs and claws bared. The temperature of the flames was extremely high, and wherever it passed, the air was distorted into strange shapes, as if the space was about to be melted by the high temperature.

The flames met the surrounding dry grass and instantly ignited it. The fire spread rapidly like wildfire, forming a towering wall of fire. The wall of fire approached the crowd like a devil's giant mouth, and the roar of the flames was like the death knell of doomsday.

The Earth Bear took heavy and firm steps, and every step caused the earth to tremble violently, as if the entire battlefield was shaking under its feet.

Its huge paw raised clouds of dust that covered the sky. The dust spread in the strong wind, blurring everyone's vision like a sandstorm.

Its fur is like hard rock, with an ancient and heavy luster, and each hair is as hard as a steel needle.

It exuded a heavy aura that came from the depths of the earth, like a moving fortress, rushing towards everyone with the momentum to crush everything.

Wherever it passed, the rocks on the ground were shaken up and shot around like cannonballs.

The ice dragon spread its huge wings, and the flapping of its wings brought up a biting cold wind. The cold wind was like the icy breath from the Nine Nether Hell, and the temperature around it dropped sharply.

The cold wind whistled through the battlefield, like countless sharp ice knives scraping across everyone's bodies, making them shiver and their skin seemed to be frozen.

Its icy scales were like countless sharp ice blades, reflecting a cold light in the sunlight, and that light was as cold as the gaze of the god of death.

The cold air that spewed out of its mouth was like a white wave, mixed with dense ice crystals, sweeping towards everyone. Wherever it went was instantly frozen, and the flowers, plants and trees turned into crystal clear ice sculptures in an instant, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Facing this fierce attack, Song Chaoming shouted, "Everyone be careful!" The sound was like a huge bell, echoing on the battlefield.

However, it was partially drowned out by the strong wind and the roar of the monsters, but the power contained in the sound was like an electric current, spreading through the bodies of every teammate, making them more excited.

Jingyun reacted extremely quickly. She flashed and rushed to the side like a light bird, avoiding the flames spewed out by the Fiery Lion.

A hint of calmness and courage flashed in her eyes, and the Yunming sword in her hand swung out sword flowers and counterattacked the Fiery Lion.

She shuttled through the burning dry grass, her figure appearing and disappearing, with thick smoke billowing behind her.

There was no panic on her face, only focus on the battle. Every movement she made was extremely precise, trying to disrupt the attack rhythm of the Fiery Lion.

Her sword moves became faster and faster, making crackling sounds as they collided with the flames of the Fiery Lion, and each collision sent up a shower of sparks.

Tianyuan rushed towards the Earth Bear, roaring, and the Fire Sword in his hand collided with the Earth Bear's paw.

In an instant, flames splashed everywhere, the light was as dazzling as the sun exploding, smoke and dust rolled up, forming a huge black mushroom cloud.

Tianyuan's arms were numb from the shock, and his body flew backwards like a leaf in the wind, but he forced himself to steady himself in the air, and his feet slid on the ground, leaving two deep grooves.

He didn't flinch at all, the fire of battle burning in his eyes even more fiercely as he swung his sword once more at the Earth Bear. Each swing brought with it the full force of his being, a force that seemed to split the sky apart. The flames on the Fire Sword rushed towards the Earth Bear like an angry dragon.

Chaoyun quickly inserted the Shitian Sword into the ground, muttering something.

The ground began to tremble violently, and stone walls rose from the ground, trying to block the impact of the earth bear.

At the same time, he controlled some stones and shot them at the earth bear like cannonballs. The stones collided with the earth bear's hard fur, making loud bangs.

His eyes were filled with tension and concentration, beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, but his movements did not stop at all, and he continued to control the Shi Tianjian to launch attacks.

As his power continued to be output, more stones flew towards the Earth Bear from all directions, like a meteorite rain.

Facing the attack of the ice dragon, He Jiaojiao's figure was like a dancing butterfly, skillfully moving through the cold air.

Her eyes were calm and determined, and the Lianming Sword in her hand was swung in the cold air, emitting rays of light that offset the coldness of the ice dragon.

She seized the opportunity and stabbed the source of the cold air spewed out by the ice dragon with a sword, trying to break the rhythm of the ice dragon's attack.

She slid lightly across the ice, leaving shallow traces, and the surrounding ice crystals sparkled with her movements.

Her expression was serious and focused, and she was not intimidated by the Ice Dragon's power.

When the Lianming Sword met the cold air, it made a sizzling sound, as if it was a contest between ice and fire.

Feng Qi rushed between the Fire Lion and the Ice Dragon like a gust of wind, and the Wind Demon Sword in his hand swung out a series of wind blades.

His eyes were as sharp as lightning, staring intently at the attack direction of the two monsters.

His figure flashed quickly between the flames and ice, and the wind blade was like a sharp scalpel, cutting the flames of the fire lion and the cold air of the ice dragon.

There was always a confident smile on his lips, which seemed to be a mockery to his enemies. Even in dangerous environments, he was not afraid at all.

His wind blades became more and more dense, and when they collided with the flames and cold air, all kinds of wonderful scenes were produced. Some wind blades were swallowed by the flames and turned into a puff of green smoke, while others condensed into ice blades in the cold air and continued to fly towards the monster.

The battle instantly became intense, with flames, rocks, cold winds, and sword shadows intertwined on the battlefield, and every moment was full of life and death crisis.

Thick smoke billowed, dust flew, and the vision became blurred. Only streaks of light and shadows could be seen moving through it, which were the figures of humans and monsters fighting fiercely.

The shouts, roars, and sounds of weapons clashing on the battlefield intertwined together like a symphony of death.