Mythical Cultivation

Listening to Elder Ding's words, Huang Hao cast his gaze towards Zhang Tianming, keenly aware of his current state. A surge of admiration welled up in his heart, but as a rival, this emotion didn't instill any pity or leniency. On the contrary, he knew this was the perfect opportunity to attack, and he had to strike decisively, giving the enemy no chance to breathe.

Huang Hao looked at Elder Ding with a determined look and said in a low voice, "Elder Ding, this is a critical moment. We must make a concerted effort to completely defeat the enemy and not give him any room to breathe!"

Elder Ding nodded in understanding, his hands dancing like flying, instantly unleashing an even more powerful sword technique. Hundreds of dazzling sword lights suddenly appeared in the sky, streaking across the sky like a meteor shower, and hurtling towards Zhang Tianming with boundless might.

The battle between the firebirds and the giant tree reached a critical moment. The three firebirds were steadily retreating under the impact of the giant tree, but the giant tree also gradually caught fire under the firebirds' attack. Both sides were constantly eroding their own power in the battle, and finally both turned into vital energy and dissipated into the air. However, this was all within Ding Lao's calculations; otherwise, he would not have allowed the giant tree to show off its power in front of him.

Meanwhile, Wu Ming, who had been closely monitoring the battle, also perceived the shifting situation. Without hesitation, he mobilized the newly recovered primordial energy and used all his might to activate the Mountain and River Inkstone. The ancient and mysterious inkstone suddenly emanated a powerful aura, as heavy as a mountain, bearing down on Zhang Tianming.

Zhang Tianming had barely escaped the terrifying explosion, barely catching his breath when he felt hundreds of razor-sharp sword beams barreling down on him like a torrential downpour. Worse still, he felt the familiar restraining force overhead, like a heavy mountain bearing down on him. However, at this moment, he had no time to consider his own weakness and exhaustion; this life-or-death situation brooked no hesitation.

Zhang Tianming gritted his teeth, enduring the waves of excruciating pain throughout his body. He twisted his body with all his might, trying to avoid these deadly attacks. At the same time, he quickly cast a spell, placing several layers of extremely solid shields in front of him, hoping to withstand this fierce attack.

At this moment, he knew he was in a life-or-death situation, and there was no room for slackness or negligence. In a flash, he reached for the storage bag hanging from his waist. In an instant, a brilliant light flashed, and a small, exquisite jade bottle slowly emerged from the bag's opening. Quickly, he pulled a pill, emitting a rich medicinal aroma, from the bottle and swallowed it without hesitation. As the pill entered his throat, a warm current instantly flowed through his body. His once heavy and wounded body began to gradually regain vitality, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled a little.

At the same time, the incredibly sharp flying sword in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light. In the blink of an eye, it split into hundreds of extremely sharp sword lights, rushing towards the sword light released by Huang Hao like a torrential rain. For a moment, the air was filled with the sound of sword shadows intersecting and clanging. The two sides exchanged blows, neither giving in.

However, despite his best efforts, he was ultimately unable to withstand Huang Hao's overwhelming force. He watched his sword retreat under the onslaught, helpless, and internally groaning in pain. But now that things had come to this, he could only grit his teeth and persevere, delaying for a moment.

At that moment, his incredibly powerful Great Seal soared into the air once again, like a towering mountain stretched across the sky, forcibly blocking Wu Ming's Mountain and River Inkstone. As the Great Seal unleashed its power, the binding force that had tightly wrapped around him suddenly dissipated.

He certainly wouldn't sit still and wait for death, letting himself be slaughtered. His hands danced like the wind, and countless dazzling golden rays of light emerged one after another, quickly splitting into two torrents, sweeping towards Wu Ming and Huang Hao at lightning speed.

At this moment, he didn't expect these golden lights to achieve any significant military exploits; his sole purpose was to disrupt his opponent's mind. After all, he still had his final trump card unleashed, and all his current actions were designed to deceive his opponent, preventing them from detecting his true intentions.

Wu Ming stared solemnly at the dozens of dazzling golden lights hurtling toward him like meteors, a feeling of unease brewing within him. Without hesitation, he summoned the White Cloud Banner, attempting to block the onslaught. However, his inner essence was nearly depleted, and each activation of his magical weapon felt like a failure.

Wu Ming knew that relying solely on his current strength, defeating the formidable foe before him was simply impossible. Looking at Huang Hao beside him, though he didn't know what mysterious technique he was employing, he still looked energetic and full of vigor. But Wu Ming knew this state wouldn't last. Thus, defeating the other became almost impossible for either of them.

At this point, Wu Ming knew that if he wanted to turn the tide of battle, he had to rely on external forces. With that thought in mind, he reached into his storage bag, groping for the few remaining items. Finally, he found the last of the invaluable Heavenly Thunder Seeds and several powerful talismans. With no other choice, Wu Ming decided to use his old tactics once again.

In a flash, Wu Ming flicked his wrist, and several talismans shot towards Zhang Tianming like arrows from a bow. These talismans instantly activated in mid-air, emitting a dazzling display of light. Instantly, blazing fireballs, swift water arrows, and razor-sharp earth spikes—all kinds of powerful spells—hurled themselves at Zhang Tianming. Simultaneously, a bead emitting an eerie purple light silently and rapidly flew towards him.

Faced with Wu Ming's sudden and fierce attack, Zhang Tianming didn't panic. After all, he had already noticed the various tactics Wu Ming had used before and figured this time it would only cause him some minor disturbance.

Therefore, he focused most of his attention on Huang Hao, not daring to let his guard down. He was still thinking about the giant ape Huang Hao had summoned before, and he didn't want to face another giant ape. If Huang Hao summoned another giant ape, he really wouldn't be able to withstand it, and he would have no choice but to run away, so he kept a close eye on Huang Hao's every move.