The Land of the Earth

In that desolate land shrouded in ominous gloom for a long time, the time clone stood like a cold sculpture on the collapsed boulder, surrounded by the faint power of chrono.

In the flickering light, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp and suspicious light flashed in his narrow eyes. He opened his thin lips and muttered to himself: "This breath is like a cold undercurrent gushing out from the abyss.

There is a hint of decay and destruction, but upon closer inspection, it is definitely not the remaining evil barrier of a character like the Demon King. Could it be behind this endless darkness?

Is there an even more powerful, even more secretive existence, controlling all this chaos like a puppet? Such a hidden presence is truly terrifying."

Song Chaoming, standing aside, stood as tall and straight as a pine tree, but his face was solemn. The armor he wore was badly damaged in the previous fierce battle. Dark bloodstains and black soot were condensed on the metal pieces, and strands of energy were still flowing and dissipating in the gaps of the armor.

He raised his head and stared at the sky. There, the dark aura as thick as ink was like a vicious beast with bared fangs and claws. Although it gradually thinned and loosened under the joint resistance of everyone, it still stubbornly gathered into strands and refused to completely dissipate, just like a dark cloud pressing down, foreshadowing that a bigger storm was coming.

After a long pause, he said in a deep voice, "No matter what, our past passivity has already cost us dearly. From now on, we must quickly find a way to break through, temper ourselves, improve our strength, build a solid line of defense, and strengthen every barrier. We must not give the enemy any chance to exploit us.

But simply defending is only a temporary solution. We must unravel the root causes of this series of disasters and expose the truth to the world. Only then can we truly seize the initiative and break this impasse."

Everyone gathered around, their faces shrouded in shadow, their hearts filled with anxiety about the unknown and powerful enemy. But in their eyes, like stars in a cold night, a determined light blazed ever brighter. It was an obsession to protect their homeland, a determination not to be swallowed by darkness.

However, the wheel of fate is merciless. Without waiting for a breath, the Dark King, wrapped in rolling black clouds, led his men out in droves, like a raging black tide sweeping across the earth. Wherever it went, mountains and rivers were shattered and lives were destroyed.

The once prosperous village was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye. Wisps of blue smoke rose from the charred earth, and the cries and screams were torn apart and blown away by the strong wind.

Seeing this, Song Chaoming's brows stood up as cold as a knife, and he quickly pinched the seal in his hand. A light flashed around his body, and he instantly crossed the space and called back Jingyun, Tianyuan, Feng Qi, Chaoyun, and He Jiaojiao from their respective training places.

Jingyun was like a nimble wind spirit, his green robe rustling with wind. In his hand, a long whip condensed with ice-blue spiritual power, the tip of the whip trembled slightly, and a chill spread all over the air.

Tian Yuan was as burly as a mountain, with ancient runes painted on his bare chest, each surging with the mighty power of earth. His fists were clenched tightly, as if they could shake the foundations of the earth.

Feng Qi's body was engulfed in flames, like a celestial being bathed in fire. His red hair was unrestrained, and the handle of the long sword behind him was scorching hot, the blade drinking blood, and his killing intent surged.

Chao Yun is like a ghost, his black robe covering his body, hidden in the shadows, only his eyes flash with cold light, and the hidden weapon in his hand flashes with cold light, which can take people's lives silently;

He Jiaojiao is as gentle as water, but she holds the tsis spiritual harp in her hand, and the strings are gently plucked. The sound waves are like sharp blades, which can cleanse evil spirits and soothe all living things.

The two sides immediately engaged in close combat. Jingyun's long whip was like a dragon, weaving through the enemy formations. Wherever he passed, the dark minions were instantly frozen and shattered into ice chips.

Tian Yuan roared, shaking the heavens. With every step he took, the ground cracked, earth and rocks flew everywhere, burying the approaching minions of darkness deep underground.

Feng Qi swung his long sword, and tongues of fire licked the night sky, and large groups of enemies were reduced to ashes in the flames;

Chaoyun hides his body and attacks from the shadows from time to time, his hidden weapon accurately pierces the enemy's vital points, splashing blood everywhere;

He Jiaojiao sat upright in the back, her jade fingers flying. The sound of the piano was sometimes as passionate as a war drum, boosting the morale of her own side, or as quiet as a mountain spring, soothing the pain and dispelling the erosion of evil forces.

Song Chaoming stood in front of the formation, like a god of war descending to earth. The long sword in his hand shone brightly, and the sword energy he emitted was like a rainbow piercing the sun, shattering wave after wave of dark attacks.

But the Dark King smiled sinisterly, his black robe bulging, and thousands of demonic clones emerged, overwhelming the crowd. Song Chaoming gritted his teeth and used all his spiritual power to perform the forbidden technique "Dawn Breaking Light".

The strong light instantly tore through the darkness, shaking the void. The Dark King's true form was exposed, and he screamed as he was hit by the light. His body gradually became ethereal. With an unwilling roar, he dragged the broken demon shadow and disappeared into the depths of the void, just like a stain dispelled by the light.

But something unexpected happened, and the forbidden power backfired violently. Song Chaoming felt as if his brain was struck by lightning. With a "buzz", his consciousness became confused and his body swayed and fell down.

When Youyou woke up, her eyes had lost their former luster and were empty and blank. Her memories seemed to have been erased by an eraser. The friendship of fighting side by side, the hardships of training, and the vows to guard had all become a mist.

What's worse is that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be imprisoned by shackles, his strength was sealed, and it was difficult to mobilize even a little bit. His body was as weak as that of an ordinary person, with only instinctive breathing and a weak heartbeat. He lay among the rubble, like a child who had lost his way home.

He was ruthlessly manipulated by the giant hand of fate and fell into endless confusion. His comrades gathered around him, looking at his miserable condition, full of anxiety, but they could do nothing for a while.

Only on the ruins that survived the disaster, he vowed to recover his memory, unlock his power, and restart the battle of protection.