The Land of the Earth

Mo Yunjing held a long sword, his posture upright but slightly tired. He had just experienced a fierce battle, and the wounds on his body were still oozing blood.

The Dark King opposite sneered sinisterly, waving his hands and chanting evil spells.

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

The Dark King's incantations became more and more rapid, and then the earth began to tremble. Countless undead emerged from the ground, their empty eyes flashing with strange light, and they let out terrifying roars as they rushed towards Mo Yunjing.

Mo Yunjing's face was solemn. He knew very well how difficult this battle was, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes.

He reached into his bosom and pulled out a herb that emitted a strange glow. This was his last hope in his desperate situation—a precious herb that could restore his strength and stamina.

Without hesitation, Mo Yunjing swallowed the herb in one gulp. Instantly, a powerful energy flowed through his body, warming his meridians and repairing his injured body.

He could feel his strength gradually returning, and his fatigue gradually dissipated. Gripping the sword tightly in his hand, Mo Yunjing shouted loudly and rushed towards the undead army.

His sword streaked across the air, each strike carrying immense power as the undead vanished beneath his sword.

But the number of undead was simply too great, seemingly endless. Though Mo Yunjing was valiant, he gradually felt a sense of powerlessness. At this moment, an idea flashed through his mind.

"We can't just passively defend like this, we must take the initiative!"

Mo Yunjing concentrated his mind, mobilized the strength he had just recovered, and began to cast a powerful spell. He muttered something, and his hands drew complex runes in the air.

As he cast the spell, a massive flaming gate slowly emerged before him. This was the Gate to the Flame Realm. Blazing flames erupted from the gate, instantly reducing any undead that approached to ash.

The Dark King's face darkened when he saw this. He increased the power of his spell, and more powerful undead spirits emerged from the darkness and pounced on Mo Yunjing.

Mo Yunjing showed no fear. He controlled the flames of the Flame Realm Gate, creating waves of fire that swept towards the undead. The battlefield instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the screams of the undead rose one after another.

However, the Dark King did not stop attacking. He cast dark magic, and black rays shot towards Mo Yunjing. Mo Yunjing dodged flexibly while constantly strengthening the power of the Flame Realm Gate.

At this moment, Mo Yunjing threw himself into the battle. His eyes were firm, and he had only one belief in his heart: to defeat the Dark King and save the world.

Under the powerful force of the Flame Realm Gate, the Undead Army's offensive gradually weakened. But the Dark King still refused to give up. He personally rushed towards Mo Yunjing, condensing a dark sword in his hand.

Seeing this, Mo Yunjing faced the Dark King. The two engaged in a fierce duel in the air, swords clashing and strength clashing.

Every clash caused a tremor in the surrounding space. Mo Yunjing and the Dark King used all their strength to try to defeat each other.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and Mo Yunjing's physical strength began to decline again, but he relied on his strong will and continued to fight tenaciously.

Suddenly, Mo Yunjing discovered a flaw in the Dark King. He instantly burst out with all his strength and stabbed the Dark King at the flaw with his sword.

The Dark King was unable to dodge and was stabbed by Mo Yunjing's sword. He roared in pain and his body began to stagger.

Mo Yunjing seized the opportunity to pursue the enemy, swinging his sword once more and unleashing a powerful sword energy. The Dark King was unable to resist and was struck by the sword energy, his body turning into a puff of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

Mo Yunjing had just breathed a sigh of relief, but when he heard this burst of arrogant laughter, his heart suddenly tightened.

He suddenly looked up, only to hear the Dark King's voice echoing around him: "I really underestimated you, Mo Yunjing. You were able to defeat my clone. You are quite good, but that's all you can do!"

Before he finished speaking, another clone of the Dark King stepped out from the darkness, carrying an even more powerful dark aura, and rushed towards Mo Yunjing.

Mo Yunjing's eyes glared. He had just experienced a fierce battle, and his strength had not yet fully recovered. However, facing a powerful enemy, he had no intention of retreating. He gripped the sword tightly, and his aura rose again.

The clone approached quickly like a ghost. Mo Yunjing dodged the clone's sharp attack with a flash of his body. He struck back, and the sword collided with the dark force, making a sharp sound.

The Dark King's clones' attacks intensified, each one carrying a deadly threat. Mo Yunjing gritted his teeth, concentrating on the attack, not daring to let the slightest carelessness slip.

The battle intensified, and Mo Yunjing sustained numerous new wounds, but his fighting spirit grew stronger. He knew in his heart that this was a battle of life and death, and justice, and he absolutely could not lose.

"Even if you have more clones, I will not be afraid!" Mo Yunjing roared, bursting out with a powerful force, forcing the clones back a few steps.

However, the Dark King's clone did not seem to be in a hurry to win, but just kept consuming Mo Yunjing's physical strength and energy. Mo Yunjing knew that this was not a solution, so he began to look for the clone's flaws.

During a fierce confrontation, Mo Yunjing keenly caught a subtle movement of his clone. He seized the opportunity without hesitation and stabbed out with all his strength.

The clone was unable to dodge and was hit by Mo Yunjing's sword, but it did not fall down. Instead, it fought back even more frantically.

The Dark King's clone summoned the Scythe of Death, and rushed towards Mo Yunjing with the Scythe in his hand with the force of thunder. The Scythe flashed with a strange black light, as if it could devour all life.

Mo Yunjing was not afraid at all. He instantly summoned the Spear of the God of Fire, which was shining with blazing flames, and resolutely went forward to meet the enemy.

Sparks flew from the initial clash, and the powerful collision generated shockwaves that spread in all directions. Mo Yunjing gritted his teeth, resisting the Dark King's clone's fierce attack.

In the second round, both sides once again launched an all-out attack. The Grim Reaper's scythe and the Vulcan's spear collided fiercely, emitting a deafening roar. However, after two rounds, Mo Yunjing gradually felt his strength was insufficient.

The previous battle had already exhausted him. Although he took herbs to restore his strength and stamina, facing such a powerful and continuous attack from the Dark King's clone, his strength gradually faded.

Mo Yunjing's breathing became rapid, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and the arm holding the Vulcan Spear began to tremble slightly. However, the Dark King's clone showed no signs of weakening, and instead, its attack became more ferocious.

"Am I going to lose here today?" Mo Yunjing felt a flicker of unwillingness in his heart, but his eyes remained firm, "No, I will never give up!"

He suppressed his fatigue and once again summoned all his strength to try to turn the situation around. But each resistance became more and more difficult, and Mo Yunjing's situation became more and more critical.