Time Travel: Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles

Lin Xiaoxiao ran toward the stone slab. The battle around her intensified, threatening to consume her. Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest, like the beating of a war drum, each beat tinged with anxiety and unease. Her hair danced wildly in the fierce air currents, like black flames dancing in the wind, but she couldn't care less. Her eyes were fixed on the stone slab, radiating hope. It was the only beacon in the darkness. She prayed in her heart, "There must be a way. I must find a way to break through."

Inside the hall, the aftermath of the battle caused the runes on the walls to flicker even more frantically, as if cheering on this life-or-death struggle. The runes' light darted across the walls like lightning, occasionally leaving fleeting streaks of light in the air. Dust filled the air, illuminated by the various hues of light, yet also obscuring vision. The dust seemed to have life, flying everywhere with the impact of the battle, some gathering into clumps, like miniature sandstorms raging through the crowd.

Ye Wuhen's heart leaped with joy at Lin Xiaoxiao's cry, but his movements didn't slow at all. The Soul-Breaking Sword wielded like a spirited serpent in his hand, its blade swirling with spiritual energy as it continuously engaged the formidable humanoid statue. Each clash of sword and statue's weapon unleashed a dazzling spark, a dazzling display that exploded like brilliant fireworks across the night sky, instantly illuminating a small area around him and highlighting the resolute expression on his face and the beads of sweat on his forehead. "Everyone, hold on a little longer! Lin Xiaoxiao has made a discovery!" he shouted, his voice a raspy creak, resonating like a resounding bell amid the clamor of the battlefield. Sweat dripped from his forehead, splashing onto the ground and sending up tiny specks of dust that shimmered briefly in the light before being blown away by the turbulent air of battle.

Lin Yu, along with Su Yao of the Lingxiao Sect, had been attacking the beast-shaped statue, but by now, he was showing signs of fatigue. But at the glimmer of hope, he burst forth with renewed strength. His weapons swung in a whistling gust of wind, each strike aimed at the statue's vital legs. The weapons collided with the statue's hard shell, creating a dull thud like a hammer striking an ancient bell, a sound that echoed throughout the hall. "Su Yao, try harder!" He swung his weapons even faster, each blow laced with a desire for life, his eyes burning with an unyielding fire. Su Yao gritted her teeth, her hands forming seals even more rapidly. Like dancing butterflies, she cast a trail of ethereal light and shadow in the air. She chanted the incantation even more rapidly, the sound echoing through the hall like a mysterious melody. Rays of light shot out from her hands, like sharp arrows, towards the head of the beast-shaped statue. The rays of light rubbed against the air during flight, making a hissing sound, and rushed towards the target like a hot blade cutting through butter.

Ling Jian and his disciples of the Tianjian Sect engaged in a bitter battle. Though their swords flashed fiercely, the statue's defenses were beyond imagination. Every swing of Ling Jian's sword evoked a brilliant flash of spiritual energy, a blazing flame surging across the blade. With each swing, a roaring dragon of fire, swirling with sparks, rushed towards the statue. However, the statue remained motionless, only sending up a few sparks at the moment of impact. "Don't panic! We are the Tianjian Sect!" Ling Jian shouted, deflecting the attacks of a humanoid statue with his sword. His figure flickered like a ghost, searching for openings between the statue's attacks. His eyes burned with an unyielding fire that seemed to consume the surrounding darkness. The surrounding Tianjian Sect disciples shouted in unison, their shouts coalescing into a powerful aura, like a surging ocean wave, sweeping towards the enemy. But they were all injured to varying degrees, and blood dripped onto the ground, mixing with the dust to form pools of dark red stains. The stains looked particularly glaring under the light.

Mo Yu of the Yuhun Sect continued directing his fellow disciples to attack the statue's weak soul points, the light of his Horcrux flickering. The black light emanating from the Horcrux was like a fine thread in the darkness, silently piercing the statue's vital soul. Each ray of light contained a powerful soul force, leaving a faint ripple in the air. "Pay attention to their changes, don't let them counterattack!" His gaze was fixed on the statue, not missing a single soul wave. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if they could see through any disguise. When the black light struck the statue, a faint blue halo surrounded it, like the mysterious light rising from the deep ocean.

Bai Zhi continued to cast healing spells from the rear, her spiritual shield resisting the onslaught of the battle. Her hands danced like a fairy, and soft rays of light emanated from them, like warm sunlight penetrating the clouds and illuminating the injured disciples. Wherever the rays touched, wounds began to heal, and the blood gradually dried. "Everyone must survive," she muttered, her eyes filled with worry and determination. Beads of sweat covered her forehead, and the depletion of her spiritual energy had left her face pale, like a lily swaying in the wind, seemingly fragile yet incredibly resilient.

Lin Xiaoxiao finally ran to the stone slab. She squatted down and carefully examined the blurred patterns and words on the stone slab. Those patterns looked like ancient battle scenes, with heroes fighting against demons. The heroes in the pictures were agile, wielding weapons to fight against the demons' claws. Every movement was portrayed vividly, as if one could feel the intensity of the battle at that time. The words were like mysterious spells. Those ancient characters exuded a mysterious atmosphere, as if telling a forgotten history. "What does this mean? Time is running out, everyone is waiting for me, I must find out." She frowned and muttered softly, her fingers gently touching the lines on the stone slab, trying to decipher the key information from it. Her eyes were focused and serious. The noise of the battle around her seemed to be isolated from her, but her heart was extremely anxious. The images of her companions being injured kept flashing through her mind. "I can't let everyone down. I can't let them fall into despair because of me."

At this moment, the statues that were being attacked seemed to notice Lin Xiaoxiao's actions. They suddenly let out a low roar. The sound was like thunder, rolling through the hall and making everyone's ears buzz. Then, the statues' attacks became more fierce, as if to prevent everyone from resolving the crisis.

The statues' attacks became even more ferocious, their weapons wielding with ferocity. Each swing unleashed a powerful blast of air, like a sharp blade, slicing through the air with a shrill whistling sound. Ye Wuhen was careless, and a weapon from one of the statues grazed his shoulder. Blood instantly seeped out, staining his clothes red. The wound stung like a burning fire. "Damn it!" he groaned, but he still stubbornly resisted. His figure constantly dodged under the statues' attacks, leaving a trail of afterimages. He swung the "Soul-Breaking Sword" even faster, casting shadows as he engaged in an even more intense battle with the statues.

The beast-like statues were even more ferocious. Heedless of their own injuries, they lunged at Lin Yu and Su Yao. One of the beast-like statues sent Lin Yu carelessly carelessly caressing him, his body arcing through the air like a kite with its string cut. He slammed to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and spitting blood. The blood shone brightly against the dust. "Lin Yu!" Su Yao exclaimed, attempting to rescue him, but was stopped by another beast-like statue. The beast-like statue opened its maw, baring sharp fangs, and bit at Su Yao. Its breath carried a rancid stench, like the wind from the depths of hell. Su Yao quickly cast a spell, and a curtain of light rose before her, blocking the statue's attack. The curtain collided with the fangs, creating a sharp, grinding sound.

The pressure on the Tianjian Sect disciples intensified. Several were struck by the statues, falling to the ground injured. Some were struck in the abdomen by the statues' weapons, sending them flying backwards and falling heavily to the ground, curling up in pain. Their weapons slipped from their hands and slid far across the ground. Others suffered internal injuries from the statues' attacks, spitting blood, staining the surrounding ground red. Ling Jian was distraught. "I can't let our brothers' sacrifice be in vain! Kill!" His swordplay became even more frenzied, and he recklessly charged at the statues. His figure was like a flash of lightning, darting between the statues. Each strike was filled with endless fury and determination, and the sparks that flew upon impact were like a dazzling meteor shower.

On the Yuhun Sect side, the statues' soul power seemed to have increased, beginning to resist their Horcrux attacks. After the black light from the Horcruxes struck the statues, they merely trembled slightly, showing no sign of the previous slowdown. Mo Yu frowned, "This is bad! Everyone, be careful." He tried to stabilize the situation, but the statues' counterattacks left them flustered. One statue lunged at a Yuhun Sect disciple. The disciple frantically used his Horcrux to block the attack, but the statue's powerful force sent him reeling back. His feet left two deep marks on the ground, and his face turned pale.

At this critical moment, Lin Xiaoxiao seemed to have found a crucial clue on the stone slab. Her eyes suddenly widened, and she stood up, shouting to the crowd, "I know how to deal with them!" A surge of ecstasy surged in her heart, as if she had finally found a way out after groping in the darkness for so long. Her voice was like a beacon in the chaotic battlefield, bringing new hope and direction. It pierced the din of battle, reaching every ear, rekindling the already flustered hearts and rekindling their fighting spirit.