The Land of the Earth

Song Chaoming looked at his companions, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "Let's start practicing too."

Tianyuan, Jingyun, He Jiaojiao, Feng Qi, Tianyuan, and Chaoyun all nodded in agreement, and the voice echoed in the air with an unstoppable momentum.

Song Chaoming was the first to arrive at the academy's training ground. It was a spacious area, and the magic barriers around it emitted a soft halo.

He drew the sword from his waist, and the sword flashed with a cold light, reflecting his resolute face.

He took a stance, and the sword in his hand danced like a spirit snake. Every swing of the sword brought up a sharp wind. The sword shadows crisscrossed in the sunlight, blending with the ancient atmosphere of the training ground.

Jingyun and He Jiaojiao went to a quiet valley together. The valley was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the gurgling stream, but they had no intention of appreciating the beauty.

Jingyun's figure was light and graceful, and her sword shuttled through the flowers. Wherever it passed, petals fluttered, like a gorgeous rain of flowers.

He Jiaojiao's swordsmanship was even more fierce. Each of her swords was precise and powerful, leaving deep sword marks on the stone walls of the valley, sending gravel flying and startling the birds nesting nearby.

Feng Qi, Tian Yuan and Chao Yun arrived at Tianlong Temple, where ancient trees stood tall and the sound of bells was melodious.

They began to practice swordplay in the open space of the temple. Feng Qi's sword moves were extremely powerful. Every strike seemed to have a force of a thousand pounds, shaking the ground slightly.

Tian Yuan's sword technique was filled with mysterious charm. The sword in his hand seemed to be able to cut through the void, and there was a faint spatial fluctuation surrounding it.

Chaoyun's sword moves wildly, like surging waves, hitting the surrounding air wave after wave.

Just like that, everyone concentrated on practicing sword skills, and three days passed in a flash. However, the peace was broken when a distress signal came from Miracle Academy.

Song Chaoming's expression changed. He left his time sword in Songcheng. The sword emitted a strange light. Then, he and everyone else turned into several streams of light and rushed towards Miracle Academy.

Elsewhere, Miracle Academy was in chaos. Demons and monsters surged in like a tide, their fangs bared and claws snarling, their eyes gleaming with greed and cruelty.

Jiang Wuyang, Jiang Yian, Jiang Zhiyue, Jiang Zejing, Jiang Xingzhong and a group of guards are fighting desperately.

Jiang Wuyang held a spear in his hand, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light, and each thrust could penetrate the body of a monster, but there were too many monsters, and he had already been injured in many places;

Jiang Yian cast a spell, and flames flew out from his hands, burning the approaching demons into ashes. However, his magic power was also rapidly depleted, and his face became paler and paler.

Jiang Zhiyue's swordsmanship was exquisite, and he swiftly moved among the monsters, splashing blood wherever he went. However, he gradually became somewhat exhausted.

Jiang Zejing and Jiang Xingzhong stood back to back, waving their weapons continuously to protect the teachers and students of the academy behind them.

The academy was littered with corpses: guards, students, demons, and beasts. Blood dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Amidst the ruins, the battle was still raging, and everyone was fighting for the survival of the academy.

At this time, Song Chaoming and his group rushed to Miracle Academy like a gust of wind.

Qiao Jing looked at the tragic scene in front of her, her face filled with horror and confusion, and asked loudly: "What on earth happened?"

Jiang Wuyang's face was filled with grief and indignation. His body was covered in blood, his eyes were burning with anger, and he replied with a trembling voice, "Our dean and other teachers were out on a mission, but they were struck by the dark blood curse of the Dark Clan.

By the time we found out, they were already... too late to save them."

He paused, a trace of despair flashing in his eyes. "Our academy's barrier can only be activated by the dean. Now without the dean's power, the barrier cannot be activated. Facing the demonic invasion, we can only passively defend ourselves and watch our classmates and guards fall one after another..."

When Tianyuan heard this, he was so angry that he trembled all over. He gripped the Fire Sword tightly in his hand. The flames on the sword seemed to feel the anger of its master and burned even more fiercely.

He gnashed his teeth and roared, "The Dark Tribe is truly despicable and vile! They resorted to such vicious tactics. I will make them pay with blood!"

After saying this, Tian Yuan charged towards the group of demons like an angry lion. Wherever the Fire Sword passed, the demons screamed in agony. The scorching flames instantly devoured the approaching demons, turning them into balls of black ash.

The others also joined the battle without hesitation. Feng Qi's sword shuttled through the group of demons like lightning, and each swing could accurately kill a demon. His eyes were firm and cold, like the god of death coming;

Jingyun's swordsmanship was light and deadly. She moved swiftly like a dancing butterfly, weaving freely among the demons, the sword in her hand constantly reaping the lives of the demons.

He Jiaojiao's swordsmanship was fierce and powerful, and each strike carried great force, knocking the charging monsters away.

Song Chaoming brandished his two swords, shooting left and right, and demons fell wherever he passed;

Chaoyun, holding a big sword, rushed into the group of monsters and charged forward. Every time he swung his sword, he could cut several monsters in half at the same time.

Jiang Wuyang, Jiang Yian, Jiang Zhiyue, Jiang Zejing, Jiang Xingzhong and others were greatly encouraged when they saw the reinforcements arriving.

Jiang Wuyang raised his spear again and charged at the demon with a roar. The tip of his spear flashed with cold light, and every thrust accurately hit the demon's vital points.

Jiang Yian forced himself to support his exhausted body and cast a spell again. This time, he summoned a huge wind blade, which swept towards the group of demons, cutting a large number of demons into pieces.

Jiang Zhiyue's swordsmanship was even more fierce. He and Song Chaoming coordinated with each other, their sword moves intertwined to form an impenetrable sword net, beheading all the approaching demons.

Jiang Zejing and Jiang Xing finally cheered up. Together with other guards, they formed a circle to protect the injured teachers and students in the academy, and also fought back against the approaching demons.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with shouts of killing, blood and flames were intertwined, both sides were blood-thirsty, and this brutal battle entered a white-hot stage.

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook violently, as if something terrifying was stirring underground.

Black cracks spread across the earth, and countless dark puppets crawled out from the deep cracks.

These puppets have different shapes, and each one exudes a disgusting smell of death.

Some of the puppets made from dead demons still retain some of their appearance in life.

Some have huge wings, the feathers on which have long since fallen off, leaving only dry skeletons that make a creaking sound when flapping;

Some have sharp claws with traces of dried blood on them, appearing an eerie dark red in the sunlight;

Some of the heads had a hideous single horn, and the horn flashed with an evil dark light, as if it could directly pierce through people's souls.

A faint blue flame burns in their empty eye sockets, which is the "light of life" given to them by the dark power.

The puppets formed from dead monsters were even more terrifying. Their massive bodies kicked up clouds of dust as they emerged from the ground, their fur peeling off, revealing rotting flesh and eerie white bones beneath.

Some puppets seem to be made up of the remains of multiple monsters. The joints of the limbs are wrapped with black iron chains, which are engraved with evil runes. The runes flash with strange light, as if suppressing the resistance of these limbs.

Although their movements were a bit stiff, each attack was carried with overwhelming force. Their huge feet stepped on the ground, leaving deep footprints.

These dark puppets surged towards the crowd like a tide. They had no emotions, no fear, and just mechanically executed the killing orders given to them by the dark clan.

Their appearance made the already tragic battlefield even more chaotic, and the shadow of death once again loomed over everyone's heart.

Everyone had to divert some of their energy to deal with these terrifying enemies emerging from the ground, and the battle became increasingly difficult.