God Slayer: Make Up for the Past

The faint light grew stronger, flickering like a will-o'-the-wisp. The air around them seemed to freeze, carrying a biting chill. Chu Feng, Pan Yue, and Archaeologist Ma stared at the tomb spirit nervously, their hearts pounding, wondering what new attack it might unleash. Night Watchman Zheng stood at the tomb's entrance, observing the whole thing with a cold, disdainful expression.

The tomb spirit let out a shrill roar, its shimmering light suddenly fading. It raised its bony claws and slammed down at Chu Feng. A powerful force surged through him, numbing Chu Feng's arm and cracking his knuckles. Blood dripped down the hilt of his sword. He felt as if he were being struck by a tremendous force, his body flying backward uncontrollably, slamming heavily to the ground. A fishy, ​​sweet taste surged in his throat.

"Chu Feng!" Pan Yue exclaimed, and rushed to Chu Feng's side, helping him up. "How are you?"

Chu Feng struggled to stand up, his face pale and blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained firm, "I'm fine..."

The tomb spirit didn't give them a chance to breathe. It once again swung its bone claws and pounced on Chu Feng and Pan Yue. Its speed was as fast as lightning, and its strength was astonishing. Every attack was devastating.

Pan Yue quickly drew his dagger and blocked Chu Feng's attack, trying to resist the tomb spirit's attack. However, his strength was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and he was unable to stop the tomb spirit's attack at all.

With a "bang", Pan Yue was knocked away by the tomb spirit's claw, hitting the stone wall heavily, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Pan Yue!" Chu Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was filled with anger and powerlessness.

The tomb spirit approached again, its huge bone claws raised high, about to fall. Chu Feng closed his eyes in despair, knowing that this time, he might really die here.

At this critical moment, archaeologist Ma suddenly rushed out, holding an old bronze mirror in his hand, and shone it at the tomb spirit.

The bronze mirror emitted a dazzling light, shining on the tomb spirit. The tomb spirit let out a painful roar and its body trembled violently, as if it had suffered great harm.

This sudden change left Chu Feng and Pan Yue stunned. They had never expected that this seemingly powerless archaeologist could actually have such a trick.

Although the tomb spirit was suppressed by the bronze mirror, it did not give up the attack. It waved its bone claws frantically, trying to get rid of the bronze mirror's light.

Archaeologist Ma's face was pale and his body was trembling, but he still held the bronze mirror tightly and refused to let go.

"Hurry... think of a solution quickly..." The horse archaeologist said intermittently, his voice full of fear and fatigue.

Chu Feng looked at the scene before him, feeling extremely anxious. He knew that if he didn't find a solution, all three of them would be buried here. He endured the excruciating pain, trying to calm himself down and search for the tomb spirit's flaws...

Suddenly, he noticed that when the tomb spirit attacked, there was a subtle movement, and its left shoulder would sink slightly.

"Now!" Chu Feng said in his heart.

He suddenly...

He took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in his body, rolled on the ground, and narrowly avoided the tomb spirit's powerful attack. The tomb spirit's bony claws brushed against his scalp, bringing with them a gust of cold wind that made his scalp tingle.

Just when the tomb spirit's old strength had gone and its new strength had not yet been generated, Chu Feng seized this fleeting opportunity and stabbed out the long sword in his hand like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, hitting the gap between the tomb spirit's ribs on his chest.

"laugh!"

A sound like cloth tearing echoed, and the tomb spirit let out a painful roar, its body pausing slightly. Although the sword strike didn't cause fatal damage to the tomb spirit, it undoubtedly enraged it.

"Well done, Chu Feng!" Seeing that Chu Feng had actually been able to injure the tomb spirit, Pan Yue's spirits were greatly boosted, and hope rekindled in his eyes. He struggled to get up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and prepared to join the battle again.

The tomb spirit roared angrily, its dark green light growing even brighter. Yin energy surged around it like boiling water. Its speed and strength increased, and its attacks became even more ferocious. It completely abandoned defense, ready to perish alongside Chu Feng and the others.

Chu Feng didn't dare to be careless and quickly retreated a few steps to increase the distance between him and the tomb spirit. While dodging the tomb spirit's attacks, he looked for an opportunity to counterattack.

At this moment, the horse archaeologist who had been studying the murals in the corner of the tomb suddenly exclaimed: "Wait! I think I found something!"

Chu Feng and Pan Yue turned to look at archaeologist Ma at the same time. The tomb spirit's attack also paused for a moment, as if it was also attracted by archaeologist Ma's actions.

Archaeologist Ma pointed to a pile of artifacts buried under rubble in the corner of the tomb chamber and said excitedly, "These artifacts... the patterns on these artifacts are exactly the same as those on the tomb spirit! I speculate that these artifacts may be related to the tomb spirit's birth or the source of its power!"

He carefully pushed aside the rubble, revealing several ancient bronze vessels. These vessels, intricately carved with patterns, shimmered faintly in the dim tomb, complementing the dark green glow of the tomb spirit, creating a particularly eerie effect.

"Are these instruments... the key to controlling the tomb spirits?" A gleam of light flashed in Pan Yue's eyes. He vaguely felt that these instruments might be the key to their turning the tide of the battle.

The tomb spirit seemed to have realized the importance of these vessels. It let out a deafening roar and pounced on the horse archaeologist.

"Be careful!" Chu Feng shouted and rushed forward, trying to stop the tomb spirit.

However, the tomb spirit was so fast that Chu Feng had no time to stop it. Just as the tomb spirit's bony claws were about to fall on Archaeologist Ma, Archaeologist Ma suddenly grabbed a bronze vessel and blocked it in front of him.

"clang!"

A crisp metallic collision sound was heard as the tomb spirit's bone claws struck the bronze vessel hard, but were actually bounced back.

The tomb spirit let out a painful roar and staggered back a few steps.

"It works!" Archaeologist Ma exclaimed in surprise. The bronze vessel in his hand trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound.

Seeing this, Chu Feng and Pan Yue immediately understood the function of these bronze vessels.

"It seems that we have found a way to deal with this tomb spirit." A trace of determination flashed in Chu Feng's eyes. He gripped the long sword in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Pan Yue, let's attack together!"

Pan Yue nodded, drew out his dagger, stood side by side with Chu Feng, and prepared to fight a desperate battle with the tomb spirit again.

The tomb spirit roared angrily, its dark green light surging once more, its aura even more terrifying than before... It...

The tomb spirit's roar was deafening, its green light flickering like will-o'-the-wisp. A surge of yin energy swirled around it, as if it threatened to engulf the entire tomb chamber. Seeing Chu Feng not only evade its attack but also dare to counterattack, the tomb spirit's fury reached its peak. Its already swift speed increased even further, leaving a trail of afterimages. Its slashing bone claws unleashed a sharp, chilling wind that chilled the skin.

Chu Feng initially struggled, the tomb spirit's ferocious onslaught exhausting him. But he quickly calmed himself, taking a deep breath, regulating his breathing, and channeling the surging energy within him into the tip of his sword. He and Pan Yue worked in perfect harmony. Pan Yue used the scattered debris and utensils within the tomb chamber to create distractions, occasionally throwing them out to hinder the tomb spirit's movements. Chu Feng seized these fleeting opportunities, thrusting his sword like a serpent, attacking the tomb spirit's weak points.

However, the tomb spirit was far more cunning than they had imagined. It quickly discerned Chu Feng and Pan Yue's tactics and, instead of blindly attacking, began to consciously dodge Pan Yue's hurled objects and wait for an opportunity to strike back. With a fierce swing of its bony claws, it shattered a flying piece of gravel into dust. Then, with a flash of its body, it circled behind Pan Yue and struck him in the back with its bony claws.

"Pan Yue, be careful!" Chu Feng shouted upon seeing this, and at the same time threw his sword with all his might, forcing the tomb spirit to retreat. Pan Yue narrowly avoided the attack, his face pale and his back covered in sweat.

The tomb spirits once again forced them into a desperate situation.

Archaeologist Ma, hiding in a corner, watched this thrilling battle with a wave of fear. He had never imagined that the ancient tomb he had spent his entire life studying would actually hide such a terrifying existence. Zheng Shouren, standing nearby, had a solemn expression on his face. He walked over to Archaeologist Ma and whispered, "Professor Ma, tomb spirits are spiritual beings that guard ancient tombs. They exist to protect the peace of the tomb's occupants and prevent the tomb's secrets from being leaked. They possess immense power and unyielding faith, making them virtually indestructible."

"Then...what should we do?" asked the horse archaeologist nervously.

Zheng Shouyeren shook his head and sighed, "We can only do our best. I hope they can find a way to break it."

Just as Chu Feng and Pan Yue struggled to hold on, nearly reaching despair, a strange sound suddenly emanated from the tomb. "Click... click..." The sound was subtle and rhythmic, like the turning of some mechanism or the crawling of some creature, and it was remarkably clear in the silence of the tomb.

The sudden sound added to the already tense situation. Chu Feng and Pan Yue both paused, looking around warily, trying to locate the source of the noise. The tomb spirit seemed to be drawn to the sound as well. It halted its attack, its dark green eyes darting around as it let out a low growl.

The strange sound was getting closer... closer... a vague figure slowly appeared in the darkness at the entrance of the tomb.

"Who?" Chu Feng clenched the sword in his hand and shouted sternly.

The figure didn't answer, but continued to slowly approach...