Time Travel: Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles

On the plain, the smoke of battle instantly spread, and the sounds of shouting, the collision of weapons, and the roar of spells intertwined together, as if to pull this originally peaceful and peaceful plain into an abyss of chaos.

Ye Wuhen's expression was stern, like an enraged lion. He gripped the Soul-Breaking Sword tightly, engaging the black-robed figure fiercely. The Soul-Breaking Sword seemed to possess intelligence in his hands, each swing carrying a force as sharp as the wind. The blade flickered, darting directly at the black-robed figure's vital points. However, the black-robed figure was no ordinary wielder. The weapon in his hand emanated a strange, sinister glow, like a weapon from hell. His agility allowed him to deftly evade Ye Wuhen's fierce attacks, occasionally finding openings to strike back. The shimmering, evil-looking weapon narrowly missed Ye Wuhen's body several times, sending up a string of dazzling sparks that shone in the sunlight like a dazzling yet dangerous display of fireworks.

Lin Yu was agile, like a nimble cheetah, and he engaged in a thrilling fight with another man in black robes. He skillfully used his body skills, like a nimble fish swimming freely in the water, and cleverly avoided the attacks of the man in black robes again and again. Seeing a perfect opportunity, Lin Yu suddenly exerted force, and the weapon in his hand stabbed out fiercely like a poisonous snake out of a hole. He thought he could succeed in one blow, but he didn't expect that the man in black robes seemed to have been prepared. He moved his body to the side, easily avoiding the fierce blow, and then counterattacked with a fierce attack. Lin Yu was startled and hurriedly retreated. He narrowly avoided this fatal blow. Fine beads of sweat ooze out of his forehead. He thought to himself: "This guy is really tricky. I have to be more careful."

Su Yao waved her hands, and spiritual energy surged through her body like a raging river, then transformed into thick bolts of lightning, fiercely striking the black-robed crowd. The lightning split the sky with a deafening roar, as if it was a wrathful punishment sent down by the heavens. But the black-robed men were also very tenacious. Although a few were struck by lightning and their bodies shook violently, they did not suffer serious damage. They still rushed towards the crowd with their momentum, the coldness and greed in their eyes undiminished. Seeing this, Su Yao gritted her teeth and increased the output of spiritual energy, thinking angrily in her heart: "Hmph, let's see how long you can be so arrogant. Today, I will let you know the consequences of trying to snatch the Tears of the Stars!"

Mo Yu's expression was focused, calmly directing the Yuhun Sect disciples. Soul power surged from the disciples like invisible threads, entwining themselves with the black-robed men, attempting to disrupt their movements and thoughts. The soul power, as fine and dense as a net, tightly enveloped the black-robed men. However, the black-robed men seemed to have a plan in place. They chanted something, and a faint black aura emanated from their bodies, slightly blocking the soul power, though this also slowed their movements slightly. Seeing this, Mo Yu's gaze fixed, and he shouted, "Everyone, don't let up! Keep increasing your strength. We must not let them break free from this soul power!"

Ling Jian led the Tianjian Sect disciples in a fierce melee against the black-robed men. Their swordsmanship was incredibly sharp, each strike carrying a desperate momentum. The intersecting sword shadows formed a tight line of sword defense. But the black-robed men were not to be outdone. Their attacks were equally fierce and cunning, occasionally breaking through the defense and causing minor injuries to the Tianjian Sect disciples. Seeing this, Ling Jian's eyes widened in anger, and he roared, "Everyone, brace yourself! We can't let these guys succeed. We must hold the line and protect the Tears of the Stars!"

Just as the battle raged, the ground on the plains suddenly began to tremble slightly. The trembling felt as if some enormous being was slowly awakening beneath the earth. An inexplicable sense of unease began to fill the air. Everyone was startled, the pace of the battle slowed, and their eyes revealed wariness and doubt.

Ye Wuhen took the opportunity to distance himself from the black-robed man. He still held the Soul-Breaking Sword tightly in his hand and scanned the surroundings vigilantly. He said solemnly, "What's going on? Is there another ambush? Is there some powerful creature hiding under this plain?"

Lin Yu also stopped what he was doing, frowned and looked around, saying with a worried look on his face: "The situation is not good, everyone be careful! This sudden change is likely to bring us even greater trouble."

Su Yao stopped casting the spell, and spiritual power flickered and danced at her fingertips, like a smart elf, ready to deal with new changes at any time. Her eyes were nervous, but with a hint of determination, and she thought silently in her heart: "No matter what happens, we must protect the Tears of the Stars and never let it fall into the hands of the dark forces."

Mo Yu quickly ordered the Yuhun Sect disciples to gather together, forming a tighter defensive formation. They also remained vigilant, closely monitoring their surroundings. He said gravely, "Everyone, stay alert! Don't disperse! The situation is unclear right now. We must ensure our own safety first, then make any plans."

Ling Jian and the disciples of Tianjian Sect immediately adjusted their positions and stood ready, holding their swords tightly in their hands, with determination and courage in their eyes.

As the ground trembled more violently, a massive crack slowly opened up from the center of the plain, a gruesome wound ripped open from the earth. Black mist billowed out of the crack, as if the gates of hell had been opened, carrying with it a stench so strong it made one nauseated. The crowd's unease grew, yet the black-robed figures seemed to have anticipated this, their faces etched with eerie smiles that seemed especially eerie and terrifying in the tense atmosphere.

Just as everyone was in a state of confusion, a massive black claw poked out from the crack. It was covered in sharp bone spurs, each one emitting a chilling aura, as if it could tear through anything with ease. Then, a massive beast as massive as a mountain slowly crawled out of the crack. Its body was as black as ink, its eyes like two balls of burning dark red flames, and its breath was filled with a strong stench of decay, like a demon crawling from the depths of hell.

"Haha, this is where you will be buried. None of you can escape today!" A man in black robe shouted with wild laughter, his voice full of arrogance and complacency.

Ye Wuhen clenched the Soul-Breaking Sword tightly, his expression extremely solemn. He looked firmly at the giant beast and the black-robed man, and shouted, "No matter what monster it is, we must fight! The Tears of the Stars must not fall into their hands! This is our mission and our belief!"

Upon hearing this, everyone gathered their courage, their fighting spirit reignited. They glanced at each other, seeing the resolute determination in each other's eyes, and then prepared to face this new, even greater challenge. The battle raged once again on the plains, but this time, facing such a massive beast and the still-formidable black-robed figure, the situation became even more difficult. But the resolve in their eyes, like the tears of the stars, shone brightly and undyingly, a symbol of their determination to protect the world and prevent the forces of darkness from prevailing.