The Land of the Earth

Song Chaoming and his men were engaged in a thrilling battle with the Dark King's subordinates, Jiang Feng and Meng Yanche. The wind howled, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and it seemed as if the entire world was trembling at the fierce confrontation.

Song Chaoming's gaze was as sharp as a torch, radiating fearless courage and a powerful aura. Jiang Feng, the Dark King's subordinate, had a ferocious expression, and an evil aura permeated the air. Meng Yanche's expression was stern, his eyes gleaming with determination.

The three of them exchanged blows, each move imbued with immense power. The sound of weapons clashing was deafening, the glittering light dazzling the eyes. They fought for countless rounds, the battle intensifying.

Jiang Feng gradually lost strength, and his moves were no longer as fierce as they were at the beginning, gradually falling into a disadvantage. Meng Yanche, seeing the situation was unfavorable, actually used the forbidden technique regardless of the consequences.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and a dark and powerful force surged out, rushing straight towards Song Chaoming. Song Chaoming was not afraid of danger and struggled to resist this evil force.

However, the power of the forbidden technique was too great, and despite Song Chaoming's best efforts, he was still struck in the chest by the dark energy. Song Chaoming groaned, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground.

Blood flowed from the corner of Song Chaoming's mouth, staining his clothes red. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if countless sharp blades were cutting his internal organs.

But his eyes remained firm, and he endured the severe pain and tried to stand up again. However, his injuries were too severe, his body was no longer under his control, and the scene before his eyes began to become blurred.

On a desolate and murderous battlefield, the howling wind blew up dust all over the sky, and the gloomy sky seemed to foreshadow that a fierce battle was about to begin.

Jingyun looked at Song Chaoming who had fallen to the ground injured, and shouted anxiously: "Song Chaoming, you take a rest first, leave it to us!"

Song Chaoming's originally resolute face now looked pale and weak. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes revealing his unwillingness to fight and his trust in his companions.

He wanted to say something, but because of his severe injuries, he could only breathe weakly. Then he slowly closed his eyes and his consciousness became blurred.

Jingyun looked at the unconscious Song Chaoming, a strong anger and determination surged in her heart. She turned around suddenly and rushed towards Jiang Feng and Meng Yanche, the Dark King's men, together with Tianyuan, Feng Qi, Chaoyun, and He Jiaojiao.

The battlefield suddenly became even more chaotic. Jingyun was agile and rushed towards the enemy like a flash of lightning. She was holding a long sword, and the blade flashed a cold light in the sunlight.

With a slight twist of her wrist, she thrust her sword out like a snake, aiming straight for Jiang Feng's throat. Jiang Feng dodged sideways, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Jingyun took advantage of the situation and did not show mercy. His sword skills became more and more fierce, and every sword pointed at Jiang Feng's vital points. Jiang Feng could only retreat continuously, exhausted from defending himself.

Tian Yuan, on the other hand, was steady and powerful, each move carrying a majestic aura, like an unshakable mountain. Tian Yuan summoned a giant axe, gripping it tightly with both hands and swinging it vigorously. The powerful force brought a gust of wind, and the axe blade slashed fiercely towards Meng Yanche.

Meng Yanche's face changed drastically. He quickly summoned a shield and raised it to block. However, he heard a loud "bang" and was shocked. He took several steps back and his arm became numb.

But he quickly adjusted his state and cast a spell. Dark rays of light shot out from his hands and rushed towards Tianyuan. Tianyuan was not afraid at all. He shouted loudly and shattered the rays of light one by one with his huge axe.

Feng Qi was agile, weaving between the enemies and launching unexpected attacks. Like a ghost, he instantly appeared behind Jiang Feng and stabbed Jiang Feng's back with the long sword in his hand.

Jiang Feng sensed danger and spun back, but Feng Qi had already vanished. The next moment, Feng Qi reappeared on Meng Yanche's left, thrusting his sword again. Meng Yanche and Jiang Feng were distracted by Feng Qi's guerrilla warfare, unable to cope.

Chao Yun was brave and fearless, roaring loudly. Chao Yun summoned a spear and waved it. The tip of the spear was like stars, forming a dense attack net that made it difficult for Jiang Feng and Meng Yanche to resist.

Chao Yun's spearmanship was fierce and domineering, and each attack carried an overwhelming momentum. Jiang Feng and Meng Yanche could only hold on under his attacks.

He Jiaojiao's movements were graceful yet fierce, like a rose with thorns. She summoned a long whip, holding it in her hand. The whip drew graceful arcs through the air, each time it landed with a whirring sound as it struck the enemy's vital parts.

Meng Yanche was not paying attention and was hit on the shoulder by the whip. His clothes were torn instantly and blood stained his clothes red.

Jiang Feng and Meng Yanche faced the crowd's siege. Although they were a little panicked, they still fought desperately. Their moves became more and more fierce. Jiang Feng's sword stabbed out like a violent storm, trying to break through the siege.

His swordsmanship was sharp and tricky, and every strike carried a killing determination. Jingyun and the others had to be careful in their response, lest he find a flaw.

Meng Yanche continued to cast various spells, and the air around him seemed to be distorted. Dark energy gathered in his hands, forming huge energy balls, which smashed towards the crowd.

Tianyuan used a giant axe to split the energy balls, Feng Qi used his flexible body to dodge, Chaoyun and He Jiaojiao also used their unique skills to resist Meng Yanche's attack.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. Both sides were already wounded, but neither showed any intention of retreating. Jingyun's clothes were stained with blood, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted in fighting.

Tian Yuan's breathing became heavy, but he continued to swing the axe. Feng Qi's physical strength was greatly depleted, but his speed remained unchanged.

Chao Yun's spear had a chip on it, but his attack was still powerful. He Jiaojiao's whip was also a little damaged, but it was still powerful.

Jiang Feng's strength gradually weakened, and his swordsmanship became slower. Jingyun saw the right moment and stabbed his arm with his sword.

Jiang Feng screamed, his sword dropping from his hand. Feng Qi seized the opportunity to charge forward, his short blade pressed against his throat. Jiang Feng finally gave up resistance and collapsed to the ground.

Only Meng Yanche was left holding out, his eyes filled with despair and madness. He unleashed his final forbidden technique, his entire body enveloped in dark energy.

Jingyun and others felt tremendous pressure, but they did not retreat. Instead, they united closely and resisted this powerful force together.

With everyone's concerted efforts, Meng Yanche's forbidden technique was finally broken. He vomited blood, fell to the ground, and could no longer move.

The battle was over, and the battlefield was in ruins. Jingyun and the others, exhausted, walked over to Song Chaoming and checked his injuries. Fortunately, Song Chaoming was still breathing, but his injuries were serious and needed urgent treatment.

Mo Yunjing flew over from Changqiu Palace and said to Jingyun and the others, "Take Song Chaoming to treatment first, and leave the rest to me."

Jingyun and the others took Song Chaoming away from the battlefield.