The genius who counterattacked the mainland

Four ancient statues, each with three heads and six arms, surged forward with devastating force. With every step they took, spiderweb-like cracks ripped through the temple floor, sending shards of jade and stone flying and dispersing spiritual essence like a frightened flock of fluorescent butterflies. As long whips of fire swished, the air sizzled with a scorching, and wherever the whips' shadows touched, the air seemed to be scorched and ripped open with orange-red chasms, like the remnants of apocalyptic flames licking at the very spot where everyone stood.

Xu Tiancai's gaze, like a hawk, followed the statue's movements intently. His Star Sword swung in a rapid circle before him, forming a silver curtain of light that barely withstood the whip's blows. Sparks flew across the curtain, resembling fireworks exploding across the night sky, yet concealing a deadly threat. "Everyone, hold steady! Don't lose your composure!" he shouted, his voice resonant like a bell, attempting to rally his team's morale amidst the raging onslaught.

Lin manipulated her staff, and wind elements gathered violently around her, whistling towards the icy blades between the statue's arms. The cold wind and the blades collided with a sharp, piercing "squeak," and ice fragments scattered like hidden weapons, scratching people's cheeks. Stained blood oozed out and instantly solidified into ice beads in the biting wind. Ah Gang's muscles tensed, his fighting spirit enveloping him like a burning golden flame. He chopped and slashed with his battle axe, clashing with the thunder club. Each impact sent a dazzling arc of light, and electricity coursed along the axe handle, numbing his arms. But he gritted his teeth and resisted, leaving deep dents in the jade floor beneath his feet.

The Ice Princess's face was solemn, her hands dancing with complex hand gestures. Chilling energy gathered at her fingertips, and small ice shields formed before her companions. Runes shimmered on the shields, shielding them from the aftermath of the magical weapon's attack. However, under the statue's relentless assault, the shields, like fragile glass, shattered layer by layer, scattering into icy shards. Su Yao's zither music echoed through the palace, and her sonic blades crisscrossed, slicing at the joints of the statues, attempting to hinder their movement. However, the statues seemed cast from stone, and the sonic blades left only faint white marks. The rebounding force occasionally broke the strings, creating a dangerous situation.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Xu Tiancai caught a glimpse of the spirit pearl flashing, its frequency faintly matching the rhythm of the statue's attacks. A thought struck him: could this spirit pearl be the key to its control? He immediately waved his sword to block the attack, while whispering to his companions his plan. Everyone heard this and moved closer to the stone platform as they fought, their coordination becoming increasingly seamless. A Gang forced the statue back a step with a powerful axe strike. Lin seized the opportunity to wrap a wind scroll around its arm. The Ice Princess's icicles drove into the statue's feet, restricting its movement. Su Yao played a passionate piano, disrupting the statue's spiritual energy.

Seizing this opportunity, Xu Tiancai soared into the air, his Star Sword pointed directly at the Spirit Pearl. The sword's blade merged with the Pearl's radiance, and instantly, the statue's movement froze, its surrounding light fading sharply. The previously overwhelming pressure receded like a tide. Everyone dared not slack off, combining their spiritual energy and pouring it into the Spirit Pearl. As the light intensified, cracks appeared on the statue's surface, and an ancient aura emanated from the cracks, as if memories sealed for millennia were being unlocked.

A crackling sound echoed throughout the palace, and four statues collapsed, dispersing into scattered dust. A stone door slowly rose from the rear wall, where the spiritual pearl's light enveloped the area. A gentle breeze, imbued with a rich spiritual energy, blew through the crack, caressing the face like a gentle caress, dispelling the fatigue of the recent battle. The stone door opened, revealing a winding path. Strange flowers and plants lined the path, their petals gleaming with fluorescence, and the blades swayed with a sense of intelligence. A thick mist hung heavy, obscuring the unpredictable path ahead.

Xu Tiancai took a deep breath, sword drawn, and stepped onto the trail first, followed closely by his companions. Shortly after, the mist shrouded them in the shadows of ethereal beasts. These resembled elk, but with a single horn. Flames swirled around their bodies, and golden lotuses sprouted wherever their hooves trod. Their eyes were gentle yet alert. They blocked their path, their low growls seeming to warn and inquire about their purpose. No one dared to act rashly. A delicate confrontation with the guardians of the spiritual realm quietly unfolded on this mysterious trail. The fate of the road ahead was uncertain, awaiting only the bravest to explore and find the answer.