The genius who counterattacked the mainland

Everyone paused before the light curtain, aware of the pressing time, yet their weary bodies needed a moment's respite. Xu Tiancai's brow furrowed, his eyes fixed on the light curtain shimmering with mysterious runes, silently pondering possible ways to break it. He gripped his sword tightly, the Heart of Light crystal embedded in the blade seeming to sense its owner's nervousness, flickering faintly.

Agang stretched his muscles, aching from the battle, his gaze flickering around, alert for any new threats. His battle axe rested beside him, the remaining flames and light from its blade dimming, yet still radiating a menacing aura.

Lin closed her eyes, concentrating on sensing the elemental power of the runes. Beads of sweat gradually formed on her forehead. The runes seemed like a wisp of mist, familiar yet elusive. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "I think I've found something!" Everyone's eyes flickered to her. Lin opened her eyes, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "These runes bear similarities to the wind runes we encountered before. Perhaps we can decipher them from the perspective of wind."

The mysterious figure stood up and walked to the light curtain, carefully examining the rune Lin had pointed to. He gently gestured in the air, attempting to simulate the trajectory of the wind element, muttering something to himself. The forces of darkness and light flickered at his fingertips, echoing the rune's glow.

The Ice Princess paced the surroundings, wand in hand. Wherever she walked, a thin layer of frost formed on the ground, the result of her subconscious use of the power of ice. She gazed at the stone statues flanking the tower's entrance. The shimmering blue light of the mythical beasts' eyes seemed to hold some kind of message. "Look, could these statues' eyes be related to the decryption of the light curtain?" the Ice Princess's words plunged everyone into deep thought.

The man in white picked up his flute and played a soft, soothing melody. The sound lingered in the air, lingering around the light curtain. Miraculously, as the flute's sound continued, the runes on the light curtain seemed to undergo subtle changes, their flickering becoming more regular. A flicker of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he played faster, attempting to further influence the runes.

Just as everyone was concentrating on studying the light curtain, the air around them suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold. A low roar echoed through the previously quiet surroundings, as if coming from deep underground. The ground began to tremble slightly, and cracks spread from afar.

"Oh no! There's a new danger!" Ah Gang shouted, picking up his battle axe and standing up. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and assumed combat stances. From the cracks emerged a group of white monsters emitting an icy aura. They resembled snow leopards, but with enormous wings and a strange red light flickering in their eyes.

Xu Tiancai was the first to charge at the monsters. He infused his sword with the power of light, and it shone brightly as he swung it out with a fierce sword energy. Wherever the sword energy reached, the white monsters screamed in pain after being struck. However, they did not retreat, but instead rushed towards the crowd with even greater frenzy.

Lin cast wind magic, summoning a powerful tornado. It howled as it swept toward the horde of monsters, sweeping some high into the air. However, these creatures struggled mid-air, attempting to attack the others. Sweat beads began to form on Lin's forehead; maintaining such a powerful spell was taking its toll on her.

The mysterious figure quickly formed hand seals, interweaving the forces of darkness and light into a massive net, which he cast towards the horde of monsters. The trapped monsters struggled, their icy aura colliding with the net's force, creating a sizzling sound. The mysterious figure's expression was grim, and he increased his power output.

The Ice Princess waved her wand, chanting an ancient ice spell. Masses of ice rose from the ground, forming walls that attempted to block the monster's advance. But the white monsters easily shattered some of the walls with their sharp claws and continued advancing.

The man in white played his flute while dodging the monster's attacks. The flute's sound transformed into glowing butterflies that surrounded the group. These butterflies exploded upon contact with the monster, temporarily halting the monster's attack. However, the number of butterflies dwindled, and the man in white seemed to be struggling.

The group gradually falls into trouble in the battle with the white monster, and the cracking of the tower's light barrier has not yet been completed. Can they find a way out of the new crisis and successfully enter the tower? At this moment, the fate of the world becomes more complicated and confusing.