The genius who counterattacked the mainland

A black-robed figure slowly descended from the dark clouds, like a withered leaf stained with ink. His robe rustled, and the strange dark patterns embroidered upon it resembled a writhing evil spirit, emitting a sickening odor of decay. His face was hidden beneath his hood, revealing only a pair of dark green eyes, flickering like will-o'-the-wisp, as they stared intently at the Flame Soul Crystal on the altar, a hint of contempt and mockery directed at Xu Tiancai and his group.

"Hmph, you guys dare to try to get your hands on this Flame Soul Crystal? That's just wishful thinking!" The voice was hoarse and dark, like the friction of sandpaper, squeezed out from the depths of the throat, echoing in the scorching wasteland, causing the air around it to tremble, and the originally hot wind was also wrapped in a hint of chill, which was incompatible with the scorching atmosphere of the wasteland.

Xu Tiancai gripped the Star Sword tightly, its blade humming faintly, as if responding to its master's fighting spirit. The light from the sword flickered like stars, illuminating his resolute face. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, not from the intense heat, but from the overwhelming pressure. "You lackey of darkness, you've repeatedly obstructed me. Today is your death!" He roared, and like an arrow, he rushed towards the black-robed figure. The Star Sword pierced the sky, leaving a dazzling streak of light in its wake, like a meteor striking the moon. The blade, wrapped in a violent blend of star power and the elemental fire of the wasteland, pierced the black-robed figure's throat.

The black-robed figure remained motionless until the sword reached him. Then, with a ghostly flicker of his black robe, he easily dodged the sharp blow, his black robe fluttering like a night spirit. He extended a withered hand, covered in strange runes. Dark light gathered in his palm, and he slammed it forward. A howling palm wind transformed into a black vortex, sweeping towards Xu Tiancai with an all-consuming aura.

Seeing this, Ah Gang roared, his fighting spirit surging like a blazing flame. He swung his battle axe in a circle, splitting mountains and shattering rocks as he struck the black vortex. With a crackling sound, the fighting spirit and palm wind collided, stirring up a cloud of dust. Heat waves and a dark aura tangled together, plowing deep furrows into the ground amidst the flying sand and rocks. "If you want to hurt the boss, you'll have to get past me first!" Ah Gang's eyes widened, his face flushed. Like a god of war, he swung his axe again, each blow a powerful blow that made the air buzz.

Lin tapped her staff lightly on the ground, summoning wind elements to the scene. They rapidly swirled around them, forming a transparent barrier of wind, shielding them from the swirling sand and overflowing dark magic. She muttered something, and the tip of her staff shimmered with light. Crescent-shaped wind blades shot out, piercing the black-robed figure's vital points. The blades sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistle that resembled the howling of ghosts and wolves.

The Ice Princess danced with her delicate hands, icy magic pouring out from her palms. Instantly, large icy spikes formed on the ground. These spikes rose from the ground like a forest of spikes, spreading towards the black-robed figure's feet, intent on restricting his movement. Simultaneously, she raised her bare hands, and several icy cones materialized from thin air. Glinting with cold light, they seemed crafted from crystal. With a sound of breaking wind, they shot towards the black-robed figure's back.

Su Yao sat beside them, the zither resting on her knees, her fingers gently caressing the strings. The music was initially soothing, like the gurgling of a stream, soothing the tense minds of their companions and dispelling the dark aura. Suddenly, the music surged, resembling the galloping of cavalry. The sound waves, like materialized arrows, shot towards the black-robed figure, disrupting his magical concentration and weakening his control over the dark forces.

The black-robed figure, trapped beneath a siege, showed no fear. His form was elusive, weaving effortlessly between wind blades, icicles, and sonic waves. With a sudden stomp of his foot, the ground cracked open, and magma, like a crimson dragon, burst forth, charging towards the crowd with immense force. Wherever the magma touched, the ground instantly charred, and the ice ridges melted with a sizzling sound, while steam rose, blurring everyone's vision.

Seeing this, Xu Tiancai tapped his toes and, leveraging the momentum, leaped into the air. He raised the Star Sword high above his head, the star power within him surged like a tide, pouring into the sword. The sword shone brightly, dazzling and dazzling, like the blazing sun in the sky. "Stellar Shine!" He shouted, and swung his sword down. A crescent-shaped sword energy emanated from the sword, imbued with the vastness of the stars and the fury of wasteland fire. It fiercely struck the magma torrent. With a loud "boom", the magma was blasted into pieces, scattering into tiny sparks that blanketed the ground.

Taking advantage of this moment, the black-robed figure waved his hands, his robe fluttering as he chanted an obscure incantation. The dark clouds in the sky thickened, and amidst the roar of thunder and lightning, streaks of black lightning snaked down like angry dragons, striking the crowd. The lightning struck the ground, exploding into a cloud of black fireworks, carrying a pungent smell that corroded everything around it, reducing rocks to dust and riddling the earth with holes.

Lin hurriedly manipulated the wind wall to thicken and reinforce it. It creaked and trembled under the impact of the black lightning. She gritted her teeth, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, but she fought with all her might to hold on. Ah Gang, shielded by his fighting spirit, charged forward, facing the lightning. His axe swung, redirecting several bolts. His clothes were singed by the lightning, sending wisps of green smoke billowing out, and his skin was scorched black, but he paid no heed to the pain.

The Ice Princess and Su Yao cooperated with each other tacitly. The Ice Princess condensed an ice shield. The ice shield was crystal clear, like a giant crystal, blocking everyone in front of it to resist the residual power of the lightning. Su Yao played the piano continuously, soothing the raging elements with a calming tune and weakening the attack power of the lightning.

After Xu Tiancai landed, he exchanged a glance with the mysterious old man. The two men were in tune with each other and stood side by side. They quickly formed seals with their hands and light bloomed around them. The power of the stars and the mysterious magic blended together, forming a gorgeous light curtain that slowly rose into the air. Runes flickered on the light curtain, as if containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, resisting wave after wave of black lightning.

Amidst the fierce battle, the altar suddenly trembled, and the Flame Soul Crystal shone brightly, as if disturbed by the fierce battle, or perhaps responding to some ancient call. Seeing this, the black-robed figure's eyes flashed. Ignoring the attacks, he transformed into a puff of black smoke and charged straight at the Flame Soul Crystal. Xu Tiancai wouldn't let him succeed. He tapped the ground with his toes, using the force to chase him like lightning. The Star Sword flashed with a cold light, piercing the black-robed figure's back. "You want to take the Flame Soul Crystal? No way!"

The black-robed figure dodged sideways, then struck Xu Tiancai with a dark palm print. The two of them clashed back and forth beside the altar, their figures intertwining, sword shadows and palm winds whistling. The others also gathered around, each unleashing their unique skills. For a moment, the area around the altar was ablaze with light, overflowing with magical power, and the elements were raging. The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the outcome was still uncertain. The scales of fate swung violently in this scorching wasteland. Every attack and every defense was related to the fate of the Flame Soul Crystal and the rise and fall of the forces of good and evil in the world...