The Land of the Earth

When Meng Yanche saw Song Chaoming rushing towards him, he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

He didn't expect that Song Chaoming could still burst out with such powerful strength after experiencing such a blow.

But he quickly calmed down. He knew that he could not retreat. Once he retreated, he would die.

So he cast magic again to try to resist Song Chaoming's attack.

He waved his hands, and the surrounding ice bears roared and rushed towards Song Chaoming, slapping Song Chaoming hard with their huge paws.

Each slap brought up a strong airflow, and the surrounding trees broke under the impact of the airflow.

Song Chaoming faced the charging ice bears without the slightest fear. He dodged their attacks skillfully and then charged towards one of them.

He leaped high and thrust the Sword of Light in his hand towards the Ice Bear's head. The tip of the Sword of Light easily penetrated the Ice Bear's ice armor and pierced its head.

The ice bear let out a painful roar, its body began to tremble violently, and cracks began to appear in the ice around it.

Song Chaoming swung his sword hard and cut off the ice bear's head. The ice bear's huge body fell to the ground and turned into ice cubes on the ground.

The other ice bear saw its companion being killed and rushed towards Song Chaoming in anger. Song Chaoming was not in a hurry. He inserted the Dream Sword into the ground and muttered something.

Colorful rays of light began to appear on the ground around the Dream Sword, and these rays of light quickly gathered into a huge magic circle.

The moment the ice bear stepped into the magic circle, its movements became slow, as if it had fallen into a deep dream.

Song Chaoming took the opportunity to pick up the Sword of Light and rushed towards the Ice Bear. He displayed a set of exquisite sword techniques, and each sword strike accurately hit the Ice Bear's vital parts.

Under Song Chaoming's attack, the ice bear was quickly destroyed and turned into a pile of broken ice.

After dealing with the ice bear, Song Chaoming continued to rush towards Meng Yanche. At this moment, a trace of fear flashed in Meng Yanche's eyes, and he began to regret his actions today.

But he had no way to retreat, so he could only bite the bullet and prepare to face Song Chaoming's attack.

Song Chaoming came in front of Meng Yanche and looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with hatred. "You will pay the price for what you have done." Song Chaoming said, raising the two swords in his hands.

Meng Yanche tried to cast a spell to fight back, but he found that under the pressure of Song Chaoming's powerful aura, his spell was not cast smoothly. He stuttered a little when reciting the spell, and the power of the spell was greatly reduced.

Song Chaoming seized the opportunity and launched an attack on Meng Yanche. The Sword of Light and the Sword of Dream in his hands transformed into two rays of light and stabbed towards Meng Yanche.

Meng Yanche barely raised his weapon to resist, but in the face of Song Chaoming's powerful strength, his resistance seemed so fragile.

Song Chaoming's sword easily broke through his defense and pierced his body. Meng Yanche screamed, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

"This is what you deserve." Song Chaoming said coldly. He swung his sword hard, and Meng Yanche's body was cut into two pieces. He fell to the ground, and his blood dyed the surrounding land red.

A cold laugh came from the void. The laugh seemed like a cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, making everyone feel cold in their hearts.

"It seems that I underestimated you. You can actually kill my clone." The voice echoed all around, full of malice and disdain.

The dark door slowly opened, and it was Meng Yanche who walked out.

At this moment, he was surrounded by an even stronger aura of darkness. The aura was like a thick black fog that was constantly rolling and surging, as if there were countless evil spirits hiding inside that were ready to devour anyone.

His face was looming in the darkness, and his eyes flashed with a strange red light, like two balls of burning netherworld fire, staring at Song Chaoming.

"It seems that I can't keep you. If you grow up, the consequences will be unimaginable." Meng Yanche's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of murderous intent.

He slowly raised his hand, and the Dark Gate behind him trembled violently, with eerie roars coming from it, as if some terrifying existence was ready to move, eager to break free from the shackles of darkness and pounce on the prey in front of it.

The air around seemed to be frozen by this dark force, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Song Chaoming tightly grasped the Sword of Light and the Sword of Dreams, staring at Meng Yanche with sharp eyes, and an unprecedented sense of vigilance surged in his heart.

He knew that this time he was facing the real Meng Yanche, whose strength was far beyond that of his previous clone, and a life-and-death battle was inevitable.

Meng Yanche's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant. The next moment, he appeared above Song Chaoming's head, his hands quickly forming seals and muttering something.

In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the already dim environment became even darker than ink.

Black lightning flashed through the dark clouds like ferocious dragons. They intertwined and collided with each other, making a deafening roar.

With Meng Yanche's loud shout, black lightning struck towards Song Chaoming and others. Each lightning contained a powerful destructive force. Wherever it passed, deep grooves were created on the ground, and the surrounding trees were instantly turned into powder.

Seeing this, Song Chaoming shouted, "Everyone be careful!" He inserted the Sword of Light into the ground, held the Sword of Dreams in both hands, and chanted an ancient defensive spell.

The Fantasy Sword emitted a colorful light, which quickly spread and formed a huge semicircular shield that enveloped everyone.

Black lightning continuously bombarded the shield, and each impact caused violent ripples on the shield, and the light flickered.

Veins bulged on Song Chaoming's forehead. He clenched his teeth and tried his best to maintain the shield. Sweat soaked his clothes.

Seeing that the lightning couldn't break through the shield, Meng Yanche raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cruel smile. He cast a spell again, and countless black ghosts emerged from the Dark Portal.

These ghosts have different shapes, some have hideous faces, some have incomplete bodies, they let out shrill screams and fly towards the shield.

The ghosts passed through the shield as if the shield had no effect on them and rushed directly towards the crowd.

Everyone unleashed their own spells, engaging in a fierce battle with the ghost. For a moment, shouts and screams intertwined, and the scene fell into chaos.

Tianyuan waved the sword in his hand, and each sword could kill a ghost, but there were so many ghosts that he gradually became overwhelmed.

Chao Yun used his power of petrification to petrify the ghosts approaching him one by one, but his power was consumed very quickly and his face became paler and paler.

Jingyun and He Jiaojiao cooperated with each other, one cast a fire spell and the other attacked with the Lianming Sword, temporarily resisting the ghost's wave of attacks.