Game Cultivation World: I'm really playing games

Xue Tianhan's eyes were like cold stars, flashing with an incomparable determination: "Attack their weaknesses first. The middle-aged man in the lead must be the key. As long as we can successfully contain him, the others will not be a problem."

After saying this, he waited patiently for the perfect moment, like a calm hunter. When the fleeting opportunity presented itself, Xue Tianhan waved his hands without hesitation, muttering something to himself. With unparalleled skill in manipulating spiritual energy, he transformed the spiritual fire into a ferocious, savage dragon.

The fire dragon was covered in flames, as if carrying the power to destroy the world, and roared towards the middle-aged man. Wherever it passed, the air was distorted by the scorching flames, making a "sizzling" sound, as if wailing for its power.

The middle-aged man saw the fire dragon coming towards him, but his expression remained calm and composed. His hands moved as fast as lightning, forming seals. His finger movements were so agile and skillful, like a peerless dancer performing a silent dance.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely huge flame barrier rose up in front of him, like a towering flaming mountain, firmly blocking the fire dragon's fierce attack.

The flames collided with each other, making a deafening roar and sparks flying everywhere, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky, or like countless meteors streaking across the sky, illuminating the surrounding space.

At the same time, Ling Feng, like an arrow shot from a bow, seized this rare opportunity and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation. The longsword in his hand gleamed with a chilling cold light in the sunlight, and his entire body merged with the sword, transforming into a sharp sword light.

After charging into the enemy group, he unleashed a set of exquisite and varied sword techniques. Each strike was as fast as lightning and as powerful as a thousand pounds. Wherever his sword went, the enemies were driven back like leaves swept by a strong wind. However, the number of enemies was like a tide, one wave after another.

Although Ling Feng was an expert swordsman, his movements gradually became slow under the heavy siege. Every time he swung his sword, it seemed as if he exhausted all his strength. Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground beneath his feet.

But there was still an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, revealing a determination to face death head-on.

Xue Tianhan was concentrating on controlling the spiritual fire and engaging in a fierce battle with the middle-aged man, while he was always concerned about Ling Feng's safety and kept a keen eye on the battle situation over there.

When he saw Ling Feng in such a predicament, fighting like a trapped beast, he couldn't help but feel determined and thought to himself: At this moment, the only way is to go all out and take a risk, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope for survival.

So, he took a deep breath and poured all his spiritual power into the spiritual fire without reservation.

In an instant, the spiritual fire and earth flames seemed like a prehistoric beast that had been awakened. The light suddenly became brighter and brighter, like a bright sun exploding in the sky. The scorching heat made everything around it tremble, and the space seemed to be torn apart by this powerful force.

The middle-aged man was shocked by the sudden and powerful force, and his originally rock-solid defense suddenly showed a subtle loosening.

Xue Tianhan keenly captured this fleeting flaw. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and his figure flashed like a ghost, passing through the seemingly impenetrable fire barrier at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination.

In a flash, he appeared before the middle-aged man like a god descending from the heavens. His hands quickly condensed into a ball of spiritual fire, which pulsed violently in his palms, like a beast about to be unleashed, brimming with boundless power and fury.

Xue Tianhan didn't hesitate to throw the ball of spiritual fire towards the middle-aged man's chest.

The middle-aged man was terrified. His eyes widened instantly, filled with fear and despair, as if he saw the god of death beckoning him. He wanted to dodge, but his body seemed to be frozen, and he had no time to react.

There was a dull thud as the spiritual fire struck his chest hard. The middle-aged man let out a shrill scream. His body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with its string cut, then slammed to the ground like a huge rock, sending a cloud of dust soaring that the ground trembled slightly.

When the subordinates saw their leader injured and falling to the ground, they immediately lost their composure and became panic-stricken, like headless flies, not knowing what to do.

Xue Tianhan and Ling Feng looked at each other, their minds connected, and decided to press on. Enduring the pain in their bodies, they pulled themselves together and unleashed their full strength to completely repel the remaining enemies.

"The pursuers from the Flame Demon Palace won't give up easily. We must return to our sect as soon as possible," Xue Tianhan said solemnly. After all, after two thrilling battles, both of them were covered in wounds. Furthermore, the previous battles had already depleted their healing potions. If they encountered another powerful enemy now, their situation would be extremely critical.

Ling Feng nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the enemy this time is more difficult. Only by returning to the sect and under its protection can we ensure our safety."

The two men did not dare to delay for even a moment. They forced themselves to hurry towards the sect despite their exhausted and injured bodies. Their alertness was stronger than ever before.

They carefully paid attention to the movements around them and took every step with extreme caution, as if every inch of land under their feet hid unknown dangers, and they were afraid of being ambushed by the enemy again.

At this moment, several dark figures suddenly appeared like ghosts, quickly blocking their path. These men in black were all agile and swift, and their movements exuded an otherworldly aura. They were clearly not ordinary pursuers.

Xue Tianhan and Ling Feng looked at each other, and they could clearly see solemnity and worry in the depths of each other's eyes. They realized that they might have met a real master this time.

"Who are you?" Xue Tianhan forced himself to remain calm and asked in a low voice. At the same time, he secretly mobilized the little spiritual power left in his body to prepare for the upcoming battle.

His eyes were like those of an eagle, staring closely at the men in black, not daring to relax or slack off in the slightest. All the muscles in his body tensed up in an instant, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, ready to launch a swift attack at any time.

The leading man in black seemed not to hear anything and just slowly took off his mask, revealing a cold and ruthless face.

His eyes were as cold as a knife, as if they could penetrate a person's soul. He said calmly, "You don't need to know. Just hand over Di Yan and follow us. Otherwise..."

His voice was low and hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable majesty. The voice echoed in the air, making people shudder.

Seeing this, Ling Feng subconsciously gripped the hilt tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force. He secretly raised his guard, his eyes revealing a resolute determination to face death.

"It seems that we can't resolve this matter peacefully today." Ling Feng said coldly. He knew very well in his heart that facing such a powerful man in black, a fierce battle was inevitable. The only way they could have a chance of survival in this desperate situation was to go all out.

The man in black didn't say any more words. He flashed and attacked Xue Tianhan at an astonishing speed like a ghost.

Xue Tianhan was startled, but he reacted quickly, dodging to the side. His body was as nimble as a flash of lightning, deftly dodging to the side in an instant. At the same time, he muttered something, his hands dancing rapidly, unleashing his full power on the Earth Flame.

The spiritual fire seemed to come alive, rapidly spreading outward, forming a blazing wall of fire in front of him. The flames of the fire wall rose, and the heat rolled. The scorching heat distorted the surrounding air, making a sizzling sound, trying to block the black-clad man's fierce attack.

Ling Feng seized this opportunity, roaring with a roar, and like a tiger descending from the mountains, he swung his sword towards the other men in black. He unleashed his full strength, his swordplay becoming increasingly fierce. Each swing of his sword carried a powerful sound of piercing the air, as if it could literally rip the very air apart.

Wherever the sword went, the opponents were forced to take a few steps back, and a hint of fear unconsciously appeared in their eyes.

However, these men in black were no pushovers. They quickly regained their footing and launched a fierce counterattack. For a moment, the battle reached a fever pitch with flashes of swords and shadows crisscrossing the air.

The battle became more and more intense. Although Xue Tianhan and Ling Feng were quite strong, they were already injured, their elixirs were exhausted, and their spiritual power was almost gone.

In such a predicament, facing these powerful men in black, they still felt the tremendous pressure. The two exchanged glances constantly during the battle, their eyes showing both deep concern for each other's safety and a firm determination to find the enemy's weaknesses.

They cooperated with each other, trying to find a flaw in the enemy's defense, but these men in black cooperated well and defended extremely tightly, making it difficult for them to find an opportunity to take advantage of for a while.

As time went on, Xue Tianhan and Ling Feng's situation became increasingly difficult. During the battle, the two exchanged tacit glances, which showed both concern for each other and a firm determination to find a way out of the predicament.

The two men cooperated with each other and tried their best to find the enemy's weaknesses. However, these men in black were obviously well-trained. The cooperation between them was seamless and their defense was as tight as a solid wall of steel.

Moreover, the man in black also possessed elixirs. Whenever his spiritual power was excessively depleted, he would quickly swallow the elixir to recover. As a result, it became increasingly difficult for Xue Tianhan and Ling Feng to find opportunities to take advantage of. The situation gradually became extremely unfavorable for them, and they eventually fell into a desperate situation.

Xue Tianhan's spiritual power was almost exhausted. He used up his last bit of strength and cast a spiritual fire shield to barely withstand the black-clothed man's fierce attack, but he was also shocked to spit blood.

Seeing this, Ling Feng was extremely anxious and wanted to rush over to support, but he was entangled by the two men in black and could not escape.

At this moment, a man in black took advantage of Xue Tianhan's weakness and instantly flashed in front of him, placing the cold blade on his arm.

"Hmph, you have no room for resistance now. Hand over the Spirit Fire and Earth Flame obediently, otherwise, your arm will be in danger!" said the leading man in black viciously.

Xue Tianhan gritted his teeth, his eyes reddened: "You despicable bunch, don't even think about getting the Earth Flame!"

Ling Feng roared from the side: "Tianhan, no! They won't let us go!"

The man in black sneered: "If you don't accept my toast, then don't blame us for being rude!" As he spoke, he exerted a little force on the blade, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on Xue Tianhan's arm.