Mythical Cultivation

This sudden change caught him off guard. Although he reacted quickly and tried to dodge the rain of fireballs, he was unable to completely avoid them. Individually, these fireballs wouldn't have caused him much damage, but when a series of more than ten fireballs simultaneously struck the same spot on his shield, cracks instantly appeared in the previously indestructible shield.

As fireballs repeatedly slammed into the shield, cracks widened, finally shattering under the weight. At that moment, the final fireball roared toward him with the force of a thunderbolt. In the nick of time, he struggled with all his might to break free from the restraints of Shanhe Yan's coercion, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Elsewhere, after successfully unleashing a flurry of fireballs, Wu Ming's sharp eyes caught sight of several gleaming ice blades close before his eyes. Faced with this sudden crisis, he remained calm and composed. He quickly formed hand seals, muttering something to himself, and summoned two thick, solid earth shields, which he placed firmly before him.

In an instant, the ice blade and the earth shield collided fiercely, making a resounding sound. After enduring several sharp blows from the ice blade, the earth shield held out for only a few breaths before crumbling into a pile of scattered earth. However, the earth shield still managed to slow the ice blade's attack, significantly reducing its power. By the time the ice blade continued to impact Wu Ming's shield, it was like a spent arrow, no longer posing the slightest threat to him.

Xiang Longye was secretly surprised. He hadn't expected the seemingly ordinary Wu Ming to be so hidden. After the initial exchange, he knew it would be difficult for him to easily win. So, Xiang Longye acted decisively and quickly pulled out several talismans that shone with mysterious light from the storage bag at his waist.

His gaze fixed, and without hesitation, he threw a blazing firebird talisman towards Wu Ming. This was no ordinary talisman, but a powerful second-level talisman! Its power was enough to intimidate many opponents.

Instantly, a lifelike, enormous firebird, its body ablaze with blazing flames, roared out, hurtling towards Wu Ming like a meteor streaking across the sky. The scorching heat instantly permeated the air, and even the sturdy arena seemed unable to withstand the heat, becoming slightly dry.

Wu Ming's face suddenly changed upon seeing this. He immediately recognized it as a second-tier talisman. With his current defensive capabilities, he could withstand such an attack unscathed, a fantasy. Therefore, he didn't dare to delay even a moment. He quickly retreated, creating distance between himself and the firebird, while quickly sheathing the White Cloud Banner. Then, he muttered something, formed hand seals, and mobilized his inner spiritual energy with all his might.

With a dazzling flash of light, an exquisitely crafted seven-treasure glazed tower appeared above Wu Ming's head. The tower shone with a rainbow of colors, resembling a rare treasure. The glazed threads, seemingly alive, automatically intertwined, forming a dense net that tightly encircled Wu Ming.

In a flash, the firebird crashed fiercely into the glazed silk netting. But then something unexpected happened: the once ferocious firebird, like a moth to a flame, was entangled and unable to break free from the silk netting. It struggled desperately, but each flap of its wings only further confined it, its flames gradually fading. Finally, with a wail of unwillingness, the firebird gave up completely, plummeting to the ground in a blazing ball of flame.

How could Wu Ming simply passively take a beating? Of course he would fight back! The Mountain and River Inkstone continuously unleashed its powerful force, exerting immense pressure on the dragon. Simultaneously, a series of blazing fireballs shot out like meteors, launching another fierce attack on the dragon.

The two sides exchanged blows, locked in a fierce and stalemate cycle. However, in this tense and exciting duel, Xiang Long was careless and distracted, causing his reaction speed to be half a beat slower than usual. In an instant, the dense fireballs rained down on him.

There was a loud bang, and Xiang Long's abdomen was instantly struck by a barrage of fireballs. Immediately afterwards, a pungent smell of burning quickly filled the air, and a trickle of bright red blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had been injured in the fierce battle.

However, Xiang Long refused to give up easily. He gritted his teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and resolutely chose to continue fighting. He knew full well that if he gave up now, all his previous efforts would be for naught. Furthermore, he firmly believed that after such a fierce attack, Wu Ming's inner essence would be very low. As long as he could hold on until Wu Ming's inner essence was exhausted, he would ultimately win.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Despite Xiang Long's unwavering faith, he ultimately failed to reach that crucial moment. Seeing Xiang Long, gravely wounded yet refusing to concede, Wu Ming knew that unless he decisively defeated him, this tenacious opponent would likely never give up. After all, this was a crucial battle that would determine whether or not one could successfully break into the top 100! Successfully passing this round would put them within striking distance of the top 100. Therefore, Wu Ming absolutely could not afford to let down his guard or show any mercy.

In this case, Wu Ming's eyes focused, knowing that he no longer needed to hold back his strength. With a wave of his hands, he poured his inner essence into the Mountain and River Inkstone like a surging torrent. In an instant, the Mountain and River Inkstone shone brightly, and a powerful pressure swept over it, covering the entire sky.

At the same time, a series of blazing fireballs shot out from several different directions like meteors, instantly blocking all possible routes of retreat for Xiang Long. Faced with such a fierce attack, Xiang Long had no choice but to grit his teeth and forcibly mobilize all his energy to try to block these fireballs head-on.

With a few loud booms, the first two fireballs slammed into Xiang Long. Despite his best efforts to block them, the immense force still caused him to tremble violently, and blood spurted from his mouth. However, before he could recover, the third and fourth fireballs followed...