The Land of the Earth

On the turbulent battlefield, Mo Yunjing and Meng Yanche, a subordinate of the Dark King, engaged in a thrilling battle.

Mo Yunjing was sturdy and strong, holding a sharp weapon, his eyes revealing determination and fearlessness. Meng Yanche was not to be outdone, exuding a dark aura and using ruthless and fierce moves.

The two sides exchanged blows, swords intertwined, light and darkness collided, and every move and every form contained endless power and murderous intent.

Mo Yunjing grew more courageous as the battle progressed. His techniques were skillful and exquisite, deftly neutralizing Meng Yanche's attacks and seizing every opportunity to strike back. The battlefield was ablaze with flames and roars.

After over three hundred rounds of fierce fighting, Mo Yunjing spotted a flaw in Meng Yanche's body and instantly unleashed a powerful force, delivering a fatal blow with the force of thunder. Meng Yanche screamed in agony and collapsed in a pool of blood, unable to fight back.

Meanwhile, Jiang Feng, who had been trying to take advantage of the chaos to aid Meng Yanche, was overwhelmed by Mo Yunjing's ferocity. Seeing Meng Yanche defeated and killed, Jiang Feng became timid and fled in a panic.

His figure appeared so panicked in the smoke, as if he was afraid that Mo Yunjing's anger would turn towards him.

Mo Yunjing looked at the direction Jiang Feng fled, snorted coldly, and did not chase him immediately.

Mo Yunjing had just defeated Meng Yanche and had no time to catch his breath when he saw the Dark King waving his hands and chanting a mysterious and evil spell.

As the spell sounded, the air around them seemed to freeze, and a creepy dark force began to surge.

Before the Dark King, a massive dark portal slowly emerged. The portal exuded an endless aura of evil, and from within came waves of chilling roars and screams.

Mo Yunjing looked solemn, tightly gripping the weapon in his hand, staring intently at the dark door that was opening.

The Dark Portal was finally fully opened, and in an instant, countless demons and dark warriors poured out like a tide.

They have different shapes, some are huge and have sharp fangs; some are elusive and like ghosts; and some are wearing black armor and holding sharp weapons.

These demons and dark warriors let out heart-wrenching screams and rushed towards Mo Yunjing desperately.

Mo Yunjing took a deep breath, his eyes no longer filled with fear, but instead ignited with a fierce fighting spirit. He knew that this was a battle of life and death and justice, and he could not retreat.

Mo Yunjing took the lead in launching an attack. He flashed and rushed into the enemy group like lightning.

The weapon in his hand shone with rays of light, and each blow contained a powerful force. In an instant, several demons were slain by the sword. However, the enemy was too numerous and continued to attack, leaving him no chance to breathe.

The demons cast all kinds of evil spells, and dark energy balls and cursed rays of light attacked Mo Yunjing.

He dodged nimbly, weaving freely among the enemy hordes. However, the prolonged battle gradually drained his strength, and wounds began to appear on his body.

But Mo Yunjing's will was as strong as a rock, and the pain didn't slow him down in the slightest. He roared, pouring his strength into his weapon. Each strike brought a gust of wind, sweeping down a group of enemies.

On the other side of the battle, the dark warriors were also merciless. They moved in unison, coordinating with each other in perfect harmony, forming a tight defensive line, trying to surround Mo Yunjing.

Mo Yunjing knew in his heart that once surrounded, the situation would be extremely unfavorable to him.

He struggled to break through the defenses of the Dark Death Warriors, his wounds grew more and more, and his clothes were stained red with blood. But his eyes remained firm, and the faith in his heart supported him to continue fighting.

At this point, Mo Yunjing discovered that the attacks of the demons and the Dark Death Soldiers seemed to follow a certain pattern. He began to observe and analyze, searching for the enemy's weaknesses. After careful observation, he discovered the Dark Death Soldiers' command core.

Mo Yunjing concentrated his strength and rushed towards the command center. Along the way, the demons frantically tried to stop him, but he was unstoppable. Finally, he approached the command center and destroyed it in one fell swoop.

With the command core shattered, the Dark Death Soldiers' formation instantly fell into disarray. Mo Yunjing seized the opportunity to launch an even more fierce counterattack, and the demons began to retreat and panic.

However, the Dark King did not sit idly by. He once again cast a powerful spell, injecting new strength into the demons and allowing them to regain their spirits.

The battle became more and more intense, and Mo Yunjing felt his strength was constantly fading, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a mysterious power surge within him. This power was warm and powerful, instantly filling his entire body.

Mo Yunjing realized that it was the power of justice that supported him. Drawing upon this strength, he unleashed an unprecedentedly powerful attack. Light erupted from his weapon, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Under the illumination of this light, the demons cried out in pain and turned to ashes. The dark warriors also fell one after another, unable to rise again.

After a hard fight, Mo Yunjing finally wiped out most of the enemies. The battlefield was in a mess, with corpses everywhere.

Mo Yunjing, who had just experienced a fierce battle, had no time to rest before the abominable dark gate appeared again. A rolling dark aura gushed out from the gate, as if it was about to swallow up the entire world.

Mo Yunjing knew very well that if the Dark Gate was not completely destroyed, enemies would continue to emerge, the battle would never end, and the world would never have peace.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and a strong sense of mission surged in his heart.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his internal energy, concentrated his mind, and prepared to unleash his strongest skill. Mo Yunjing clasped his hands together, muttered something, and began to summon the Flame Spirit Heavenly Punishment.

Suddenly, the sky changed color and thunder roared. Blazing flame elements gathered from all directions, forming a huge vortex of fire clouds above Mo Yunjing's head.

In the fire cloud, the figure of the Flame Spirit could be vaguely seen leaping, as if waiting for the master's order.

Mo Yunjing shouted loudly and thrust his hands forward. The flame spirit in the vortex of fire responded instantly, carrying the endless power of heavenly fire and roaring towards the dark door.

Wherever the Flame Spirit's punishment passed, the air was scorched and twisted. The demons and dark warriors that emerged from the Dark Gate howled in agony under the blazing heat, instantly turning to ash.

However, the Dark Gate was not to be outdone, unleashing a powerful dark force in an attempt to resist the impact of the Flame Spirit's Heavenly Punishment. For a moment, darkness and fire collided and intertwined, the entire battlefield ablaze with light, and energy surged.

Mo Yunjing gritted his teeth and poured all his strength into the Flame Spirit Heavenly Punishment without reservation. Veins bulged on his forehead and sweat poured down like rain, but his gaze remained firm, fixed on the Dark Gate.

Driven by Mo Yunjing's powerful will and strength, the Flame Spirit Heavenly Punishment finally broke through the Dark Gate's resistance. With a resounding roar, the Dark Gate shattered under the bombardment of the Flame Spirit Heavenly Punishment, turning into countless fragments.

With the destruction of the Dark Portal, the endless flow of dark power came to an abrupt end. The battlefield instantly fell silent, leaving only billowing smoke and lingering flames.

Mo Yunjing collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath.