Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 302 A Turning Point in Desperate Situation

Li Zhao fell heavily onto the cold, hard ground. His entire skeleton seemed to be crushed by a huge force, and every inch of his muscles felt a tearing pain.

Every breath he took felt like a sharp needle piercing through his lungs, causing him to nearly faint from the pain.

But he endured the double torture of body and mind, his eyes fixed on the evil figure that was becoming more and more arrogant, with dark energy surging around him like a doomsday tsunami.

Despair weighs heavily on my heart like a leaden cloud, but that trace of unwillingness is like the weeds growing tenaciously on the cliffs. Even if the wind is howling, it will never bow its head and will burn stubbornly in the depths of the soul.

He closed his eyes tightly, and sank his consciousness into his body like a thread, trying his best to establish a deeper connection with the purification crystal, trying to squeeze out even a trace of power that could turn the world around from this mysterious crystal.

At this moment, this crystal is his only hope. Even if the possibility is only one in ten thousand, he is willing to give everything for it.

The mysterious old man struggled, supporting himself on the ground with his hands, his body shaking like a candle in the wind, and he finally managed to sit up.

His staff leaned against his side, the shaft covered in cracks, the gemstone on the top glowing dimly, like a candle that could go out at any moment in the darkness.

His hands trembled with weakness, but he still held the staff tightly as if it were a life-saving straw, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, as if he wanted to inject all his last strength into it.

He looked at his wounded companion, his eyes filled with worry and determination, and muttered to himself in a low voice. Although his voice was hoarse due to weakness, it revealed his unquestionable determination:

"Are we really going to fail here? No, absolutely not! I will never accept this!"

Regardless of his physical weakness and fatigue, he mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body, trying to find a glimmer of hope to break the current desperate situation from the staff.

The gem on the top of the staff flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if it was engaged in a silent battle with the power of darkness, carrying the old man's last hope.

The mysterious man leaned against the wall, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and sliding down his chin, staining the ground with a bright red.

His golden sword fell to the side, the blade was full of gaps and its light was dim.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, his fingers trembling as he groped for the hilt of the sword, trying to support his body. However, every time he exerted force, the wound felt as painful as if it were being torn apart, and new blood oozed out continuously, making the bloodstains on the ground even bigger.

But the fighting spirit in his eyes was like a blazing flame, and there was never any sign of it being extinguished.

Looking at the wanton and evil figure, he secretly swore in his heart: "Even if I die in pieces, I will drag you to hell with me!"

He clenched his teeth, puffed up his cheeks, endured the severe pain all over his body, and gathered the remaining spiritual power in his body into the sword.

The sword trembled slightly, making a faint humming sound, as if responding to the master's unyielding will.

Su Mengyao huddled in a corner. Her once crystal-clear ice armor was now shattered, crumbling into countless shards of ice that scattered across the ground. Her body was covered in wounds, and blood soaked through her clothes, spreading across the cold ground.

She struggled to open her eyes, her vision blurred. She saw the mess around her and her companions lying on the ground seriously injured. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

But she quickly raised her hand and wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and a determined light rekindled in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip tightly, ignoring the severe pain from the wound, and once again mobilized the ice power in her body.

Despite her dwindling strength, she still managed to gather a few faint strands of cold energy in her palms, attempting to rebuild a defensive barrier to protect herself and her companions. Her eyes were firm and resolute; in this desperate situation, she was determined to share life and death with her companions, never leaving them.

The spirit user curled up in pain, holding her head with both hands. The backlash of her mental power gave her a splitting headache, as if countless sharp steel needles were stirring wildly in her mind.

Her body trembled violently and uncontrollably, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking the ground. But she relied on her tenacious willpower to struggle to find a trace of clarity in her chaotic spiritual world.

Her companions were in urgent need of her help, and she would never give up even if it could only buy them a second of respite.

She concentrated her mind and tried to use the Eye of Samsara again. Even though this might cause her mental strength to completely collapse, she was willing to take the risk for her companions.

The mysterious woman leaned against a stone pillar, the longbow in her hand broken into two pieces, like a bird with broken wings.

There was a long cut on her arm, and blood dripped down her arm, forming a small pool on the ground.

She looked at the broken bow in her hand, a trace of loneliness and helplessness flashed in her eyes, but soon, this emotion was replaced by firm determination.

She bent down and picked up an arrow, holding it tightly in her hand as a last weapon.

Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the evil figure, revealing her courage to face death, ready to launch the final charge at any time.

Just when everyone was in dire straits and almost in despair, the purification crystal in Li Zhao's hand suddenly emitted a strange vibration without any warning.

The light originally emitted by the crystal gradually weakened, and then gradually became stronger, the frequency of flashing became faster and faster, like a rapid heartbeat, as if it was resonating strongly with a power hidden in the depths of the darkness.

Li Zhao's heart suddenly moved. He endured the severe pain all over his body and used his last bit of strength to lift the purification crystal high, trying to find the reason behind this strange change.

His eyes were fixed on the crystal, full of anticipation and nervousness, as if he wanted to see through the crystal.

The evil figure seemed to have keenly sensed the abnormality of the purification crystal. It let out a deafening roar of anger, the sound like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the entire space, making everyone's ears buzz and almost lose their hearing.

It raised its huge palm, which was condensed from thick dark energy, and slammed it towards Li Zhao with the force of thunder.

This palm was faster and more powerful than before. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be distorted by an invisible giant hand. Black cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, emitting bursts of heart-pounding breath, as if to devour everything.

Li Zhao was seriously injured and unable to move. He could only watch the huge palm approaching with destructive power, and a chill of despair surged in his heart.

At the critical moment, the mysterious old man suddenly felt a surge of power from nowhere. He swung the staff in his hand violently and muttered something.

A golden light curtain instantly appeared in front of Li Zhao, with runes flashing on the light curtain, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

This light curtain was condensed by the old man with his last bit of strength. The light flickered and seemed to be crumbling under the impact of the dark energy, but it was like an indestructible fortress, stubbornly resisting the attack of the dark palm.

The moment the dark palm collided with the golden light curtain, a loud noise that shook the sky was heard, and light overflowed and energy surged.

The runes on the light curtain flashed wildly, and then began to shatter, and golden fragments floated away like snowflakes.

But this brief obstruction was like lighting a bright lamp in the darkness, buying Li Zhao precious time.

Li Zhao stared intently at the purification crystal. As the light flickered, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the light in the crystal flickered in sync with the red light that was re-wrapped on the chest of the evil figure.

This discovery ignited the fire of hope in his heart. He knew that this was no accident, and quickly conveyed this important discovery to his companions through his mental power.

The spiritual power struggled to shuttle through the darkness, carrying the hope of life, like a weak signal, transmitted to everyone's mind.

After receiving the news, the mysterious man endured the pain all over his body, supported himself with his hands, and stood up with difficulty.

His legs trembled, barely able to stand, but his gaze remained steadfast. He grasped the golden sword with both hands, pouring all the remaining spiritual energy within him into it without reservation. Though the light from the sword was faint, it shone like an unyielding star, a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

He took a deep breath, and with all his strength, he rushed towards the evil figure. His steps staggered, and every step felt like stepping on a knife edge, causing unbearable pain, but his eyes were extremely firm, and he had no hesitation.

He raised his sword high and swung it with all his strength at the evil figure's chest. The sword energy whistled, cutting through the darkness and striking the target like a bolt of lightning.

At this time, Su Mengyao also gathered the remaining ice power and formed it into an ice blade in her palm.

The ice blade exuded a biting chill, its light faint but revealing a tenacity. She ignored the pain in her body, gritted her teeth, and rushed towards the evil figure.

Her eyes were filled with determination as she fiercely thrust the ice blade towards the red light. Under the impact of the dark energy, the ice blade cracked instantly, as if it would shatter at any moment, but she still held it tightly, using all her strength, refusing to let go, trying to use this last bit of strength to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

The spirit messenger used up the last bit of his mental strength, transformed it into an invisible rope, and extended it towards the evil figure.

Her mental strength was crumbling under the impact of the dark energy and was almost dissipating into nothingness, but she relied on her tenacious will and gritted her teeth to persevere.

Veins bulged on her forehead and sweat fell like rain, every drop of sweat seemed to be a testimony of her hard work.

She tried to use this mental rope to restrain the evil figure's actions and create more opportunities for her companions. Although this might cause her spiritual world to completely collapse, she did not flinch for her companions.

The mysterious woman picked up the arrow on the ground, clenched it with both hands, and threw it at the evil figure with all her strength.

The arrow drew an arc in the air, carrying her hope, despair and indomitable spirit, and shot like a meteor towards the red light that decided life and death.

Her eyes were firm and fiery, as if she was declaring to the evil figure: "Even if I die, I will fight to the last moment!"

Everyone's attacks were once again focused on the red light on the evil figure's chest. For a moment, the light shone and the energy surged.

The evil figure roared in pain, his voice filled with anger and unwillingness.

Its body trembled violently, and the dark energy around it began to surge wildly. The originally orderly dark power fell into chaos, as if it was disturbed by an invisible giant hand.

Suddenly, the purifying crystal shone brightly, and a brilliant purifying light broke through the darkness, like a ray of dawn, shooting straight towards the red light on the evil figure's chest.

Under the illumination of the purifying light, the dark energy that enveloped the red light began to melt like ice and snow. The red light gradually emerged and became more and more dazzling, like a star about to explode.

The evil figure seemed to have suffered a fatal blow. Its body began to shake, and the huge dark palm drooped weakly. Its originally powerful momentum weakened in an instant.

When everyone saw this, a stronger fire of hope ignited in their hearts, as if they saw the dawn of light in the dark abyss.

Ignoring their injuries, they intensified their attacks once more. The mysterious man's sword energy, Su Mengyao's ice blade, the spirit master's mental restraints, and the mysterious woman's arrows, intertwined with the light of the purifying crystal, forming a powerful and majestic force that attacked the evil figure's weakness.

This force, carrying the faith, courage and perseverance of the people, is like a surging tide, unstoppable.

Just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the evil figure suddenly began to spin wildly with dark energy around him, forming a huge black vortex.

The vortex emitted a powerful suction force, swallowing up all the attacks from everyone, like a bottomless black hole that was never satisfied.

It suddenly opened its eyes, and the cold murderous intent in its eyes was even stronger than before, as if it wanted to turn the whole world into ashes.

It let out a roar that shook the sky, and the sound was full of madness and despair.

With this roar, its body began to swell, and dark energy spread outward like a surging tide. Wherever it went, the walls of the palace collapsed, huge stones fell like raindrops, and huge cracks appeared on the ground, as if the end of the world had come.

This sudden change made everyone feel depressed, and the hope that had just been ignited was instantly shattered like a bubble.

They looked at the increasingly powerful and crazy evil figure, their hearts filled with fear and confusion, not knowing what to do.

The light of the purification crystal in Li Zhao's hand suddenly became dim, as if it was about to go out.