Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 301 The Coming of the Dark Lord

The huge figure slowly emerged from the depths of the black hole, like an ancient demon crawling out of the endless abyss.

The dark energy surrounding it was as thick as ink, and every strand seemed to contain the power to destroy the universe. Wherever it passed, all light was ruthlessly swallowed up, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence and darkness. Only the low whistling sound of the dark energy flowing seemed to be singing a sad song of doomsday.

At first, its outline was vague and difficult to distinguish, like a mass of chaos, twisting and changing in the darkness, sometimes stretching, sometimes shrinking, and vaguely appearing as a human figure, but revealing a weirdness and horror beyond mortal imagination. The evil aura emanating from its body was like a surging tide, impacting everyone's nerves wave after wave, causing an irrepressible fear to surge in their hearts.

Seeing this, the mysterious old man was startled and subconsciously tightened the staff in his hand.

The gem on the top of the staff usually emits a soft light, but now it looks so dim against the backdrop of darkness.

His knuckles turned white from exertion, his eyes fixed on the gradually becoming clearer figure, his voice low but firm as steel:

"It seems that this is the evil existence at the core of the seal. Its power is beyond imagination. However, we have come this far. There is no reason to retreat. We must go all out."

His words were filled with determination to fight to the death, and they resounded like a huge bell in this oppressive atmosphere, giving his companions a bit of courage.

The mysterious man gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, and his eyes burned with fighting spirit, like two flames that would never go out.

The golden sword in his hand shone brighter and brighter, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if it was eager to fight with the powerful enemy.

"No matter what it is, I will definitely fight it today and let it see how powerful we are!"

After saying that, he kicked his foot, and the ground instantly cracked, with gravel flying everywhere. The whole person rushed towards the evil figure like a golden lightning, leaving behind an afterimage.

Su Mengyao endured the pain in her body. Every movement pulled at the wound, causing her to frown.

She once again gathered her ice power, trying to build a defensive barrier in the darkness.

The water vapor in the air quickly condensed, and a layer of crystal clear ice armor slowly formed on her body. The surface of the ice armor flickered with a faint blue light, like a cold star in the deep night sky.

She knew in her heart that facing this powerful and almost invincible enemy, her strength was just a drop in the ocean. She had no idea whether this ice armor could withstand the enemy's attack, but her eyes still revealed a stubbornness and tenacity, and she would never give up easily.

The spiritual power of the spirit messenger was severely damaged in the previous attack. At this moment, her face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, each drop seemed to be proof of her struggle.

She bit her lower lip, trying to stay awake, and once again used all her strength to activate the Eye of Samsara.

Her eyes were tightly closed, but her eyelids kept trembling. Veins popped out on her forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down her cheeks.

She tried to find a hint of weakness in this evil figure. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, it would bring a turn for the better for her companions.

The dark energy emitted by the figure was like an impenetrable wall, constantly attacking her mental defenses and making her exploration difficult.

The mysterious woman struggled to get up from the ground, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, slowly dripping down her chin, staining the ground bright red.

Her hair was messy, but her eyes were determined and fearless.

She quickly pulled out a silver arrow and put it on the bowstring. Her hand trembled slightly due to the effort, but her eyes remained firm, staring at the evil figure, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

As the figure gradually became clearer, it suddenly let out a long roar towards the sky. The deafening roar was like rolling thunder, echoing in the palace and making everyone's ears buzz as if it would burst their eardrums.

Then, it stretched out a huge palm formed by dark energy and slapped everyone hard.

The palm covered the sky and the sun, and wherever it passed, the space was distorted. Black cracks spread out like a spider web, and strange light flickered in the cracks, as if leading to an endless dark abyss, devouring all life.

Li Zhao was extremely anxious upon seeing this, and without hesitation he released the power of the purifying crystal to its full extent.

In an instant, a brilliant light, like the breaking light of dawn, rushed towards the dark hand. The light collided with the hand, emitting a blinding glare. For a moment, the entire space was as bright as day, making it impossible to open your eyes. Within the light, the collision of energy exploded like fireworks, emitting a deafening sound that seemed to tear the world apart.

Although the light of the purifying crystal was powerful, it failed to completely block the dark palm. The palm only paused for a moment and then continued to press down with overwhelming force, as if declaring the absolute rule of darkness.

Seeing this, the mysterious man flashed and rushed towards the dark palm like a golden lightning.

He brandished his sword, and the sword energy crisscrossed like golden blades, cutting through the darkness.

The long sword made contact with the dark palm, making a harsh friction sound, like metal scratching glass, sharp and heart-pounding, splashing countless sparks, like a meteor across the night sky.

Although the mysterious man's sword energy was sharp, it only left a few shallow marks on the dark palm. The dark energy seemed to have the ability to repair itself, and in a blink of an eye, the marks disappeared.

The dark palm swung violently, like a rag, knocking the mysterious man away.

The mysterious man drew an arc in the air and crashed heavily into the wall of the palace. The wall cracked instantly and filled with dust.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red, and his body slowly slid down and collapsed to the ground.

Su Mengyao took the opportunity to condense countless ice cones. Each ice cone flashed with cold light and carried a biting chill, smashing towards the target like raindrops.

The ice cones whizzed through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if declaring war on evil.

But when the ice cones touched the dark energy surrounding the figure, they were instantly frozen, turning into countless ice fragments that scattered like snowflakes in the wind, disappearing without a trace. The dark energy was like an indestructible shield, easily dispelling her attack.

The spiritual messenger used all his strength to activate the Eye of Samsara, trying to interfere with the figure on a spiritual level.

Her spiritual power was like an invisible sharp blade, cutting through the darkness and piercing deep into the figure's consciousness.

The figure's spiritual defense was extremely powerful, like an impregnable fortress. The spiritual messenger's attack was like a stone sinking into the sea. Not only did it fail to have any effect on him, but it also caused a strong backlash on the spiritual messenger's own spirit.

She covered her head in pain, curled up into a ball, and screamed as if countless ants were gnawing at her brain. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, wetting the ground.

The arrow shot by the mysterious woman was twisted and swallowed by the dark energy when it approached the figure, and disappeared without a trace.

Her arrow, carrying her hope and determination, was like a drop in the ocean, never to return.

A trace of despair flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She quickly drew out another arrow, drew the bow and shot again, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this despair.

Li Zhao watched his companions suffer setbacks one after another, feeling extremely anxious. He suppressed his inner panic and carefully observed the figure again, not missing any details.

Suddenly, he discovered that there was a dot on his chest that was flickering with a faint red light. The red light was wrapped in dark energy and was looming, like a ray of hope in the darkness.

Li Zhao's heart moved, and he guessed that this might be the weakness of the evil figure.

He immediately conveyed this discovery to his companions through his mental power. The mental power struggled through the darkness, carrying the hope of life and reaching everyone's mind.

When the mysterious old man heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

He exerted the staff's power to its fullest, gripping it tightly with both hands while muttering something. The gemstone atop the staff shone brightly, and a golden beam shot out like a golden spear, aiming towards the red light. The golden beam, carrying a sacred aura, pierced the darkness and struck the red light.

The figure seemed to be stimulated by something, and its body trembled violently, and it let out an angry roar, its voice full of pain and unwillingness.

The mysterious man endured the pain and rushed towards the figure again. The long sword in his hand was filled with powerful sword energy, like a golden rainbow, piercing straight towards the red light.

His eyes were determined, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength into this sword. For victory and for his companions, he would spare no expense.

Su Mengyao also condensed the most powerful ice attack. Her hands danced quickly, and the temperature around her dropped sharply, and the air was frozen into ice crystals.

She gathered all her ice power into a giant ice ball and threw it towards the red light.

The ice ball rushed towards the target with tremendous force, as if to freeze the dark figure completely.

The spirit messenger concentrated his remaining mental strength, trying to interfere with the figure's actions and create opportunities for his companions.

Her spiritual power was like an invisible shackle, trying to restrain the figure's movements.

Although her mental strength was almost gone and every bit of her strength was painful, she still gritted her teeth and persisted, never giving up.

The mysterious woman poured all her strength into the arrow and shot it out. The arrow was like a silver meteor, carrying her faith and courage, and went straight towards the red light.

Her eyes were firm, as if telling the evil figure that she would not back down even in the face of a powerful enemy.

Under the combined attack of everyone, the red light on the figure's chest became more and more dazzling, and the dark energy around it began to fluctuate, like a calm lake with a huge rock thrown into it, causing ripples.

Just when everyone thought they were about to succeed, the dark energy around that figure suddenly surged, and a powerful recoil force like a surging tide shook everyone away.

Dark energy quickly condensed, wrapping the red light tightly again. The figure's aura became even more terrifying, as if it was a demon crawling out from the depths of hell, trying to drag the entire world into endless darkness.

It slowly raised its head, with cold murderous intent flashing in its eyes, like two burning black flames, as if declaring that anyone who dared to challenge it would be ruthlessly crushed.

Li Zhao and the others lay on the ground, wounded and nearly exhausted. Li Zhao raised his head with difficulty, looking at the increasingly powerful evil figure, his heart filled with despair and unwillingness.