Legend of the Embroiderer

The night fell like a huge black curtain, covering the sky. The originally bright and shining stars seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, becoming dim.

On such a silent and depressing night, an elite team led by Li Zhao quietly arrived at the formidable core defense line of the Netherworld Cult.

Li Zhao tightly grasped the mysterious and powerful treasure in his hand - "Time and Space Xuan Ji". A surging force continuously came from the palm of his hand, as if it was about to break through the restraints and burst out.

His bright eyes stared ahead, his gaze as unwavering as two torches.

He took a deep breath and shouted:

"All the conspiracies and machinations of the Netherworld Cult will come to an end here! Today, we will rely on the indestructible power of the 'Space-Time Xuan Ji' to break through their defenses in one fell swoop and strike directly at their vital point!"

Su Mengyao, standing nearby, had a gleaming desire for victory in her beautiful eyes. She raised her hands slightly, and strands of brilliant, colorful magical light danced joyfully from her fingertips, like a group of elves eager to break free from their cage.

When the time comes, these magics will pour out like a torrent. She said softly:

"Let us work together and fight side by side to the end. No matter how great the difficulties and challenges are, we will never back down!" Although her tone was soft, the tenacity contained in it was clearly audible.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Chen and Lu Zhanyuan, holding swords, stood steadily behind Li Zhao and Su Mengyao.

Their figures appeared particularly tall and straight under the hazy moonlight, and the swords in their hands flashed like lightning, occasionally passing through the dark night sky, interweaving a terrifying picture.

Wu Chen said in a serious voice, "The sword in our hands is the sword of justice. This time we will fight bravely for justice in the world!" His words were sonorous and powerful, full of the supreme glory of being a brave warrior.

In an instant, a fierce battle erupted like a violent storm. Dazzling sword lights and mysterious magic intertwined and collided in the air, emitting dazzling sparks.

Every sharp sword swing is accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air, as if to tear the void; and every gorgeous and brilliant spell casting contains a terrifying power that is enough to destroy the world, which makes people feel palpitating and terrified.

Although the followers of the Netherworld Cult are as numerous as stars, densely packed throughout the battlefield, forming a seemingly unshakable powerful force.

However, facing the team's fearless and brave counterattack, they gradually became powerless and began to retreat step by step. The originally tight and orderly formation gradually became loose and messy.

"Don't retreat! For the supreme glory of the Netherworld Cult!" The leader of the Netherworld Cult stood in the crowd, shouting at the top of his lungs, trying to boost morale.

But his roar, which he had done with all his might, was like a stone thrown into a surging wave. It was instantly swallowed up by the deafening roar of battle, without causing the slightest ripple.

At this moment, the team members were filled with tension and fear. After all, this life-or-death struggle concerned everyone's fate and future.

However, it was precisely because of their rock-solid unity and fearless courage that they were able to fight tenaciously in the face of adversity and gradually gain the upper hand.

Because everyone knows very well that only by working together with unity can they successfully thwart the sinister conspiracy carefully planned by the Netherworld Cult.

"Look! Their defense line is finally beginning to crumble!" Xiaoyun shouted excitedly, her bright and moving eyes flashing with excited hope.

At this moment, a low and powerful roar was heard. It turned out that Li Zhao had successfully activated the powerful power of "Time and Space Xuan Ji".

Immediately afterwards, dazzling rays of light gushed out from his hands, like giant dragons with bared fangs and claws, rushing straight to the top of the sky, illuminating the entire sky as bright as day, and illuminating the entire smoke-filled battlefield in every detail.

Under the impact of this dazzling light, the solid defense line painstakingly built by the Netherworld Cult collapsed in an instant and turned into nothing.

Seizing this opportunity, the team members launched a charge without hesitation, rushing into the core of the Netherworld Cult with the momentum of a tiger descending from the mountain...

Inside the Netherworld Cult's fortress, the battle dust that filled the air finally slowly drifted down, and the scene gradually returned to calm.

The originally solemn and dignified throne of the leader now seemed particularly empty and lonely. The once invincible leader had been defeated in the thrilling battle just now and fell to the ground in a miserable state.

However, just as everyone was immersed in the brief joy brought by victory, no one noticed that the deputy of the Netherworld Cult, the man with a figure as agile as a ghost and a gloomy and cunning face, took advantage of the chaos and slipped away from the gap in the crowd without anyone noticing.

His departure seemed to come without a clue, but in fact, there were clues. Before fleeing, he turned around viciously and cast a look full of resentment and hatred at everyone.

That gaze was as cold and piercing as a poisonous snake's tongue, as if announcing to everyone his determination for revenge.

At this point, the team members suddenly realized that although they had successfully defeated the main force of the Netherworld Cult and killed its leader, the Netherworld Cult's huge power was far from being completely destroyed.

The deputy's lucky escape undoubtedly foreshadows the impending arrival of a more dangerous and fierce counterattack.

Li Zhao stood quietly in front of the leader's throne, the long sword in his hand still dripping with blood. But his frown revealed the deep worry in his heart. He said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, please don't let your guard down. The remnants of the Netherworld Cult are still lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. They will definitely not let you down!"

Su Mengyao's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes also revealed an unconcealable worry. She opened her red lips slightly and echoed in a soft but firm voice:

"That's right. We must be extremely vigilant and fully prepared. This time, the Netherworld Cult's counterattack will be beyond our imagination, far more ferocious and violent than we could have anticipated..."

Wu Chen gripped the hilt tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand as if he were about to crush it. His eyes stared forward, his gaze as sharp as torches, revealing an unbreakable determination and courage.

His voice was as resounding and firm as a mighty bell: "We will be fully prepared! No matter what sinister and cunning schemes the Netherworld Cult has hidden, we will face them fearlessly and uncover and crack them one by one!"

The mysterious old man standing beside him nodded slightly, expressing his agreement with Wu Chen's words. He slowly stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the long beard on his chin.

As his fingers moved, his beard swayed gently, like a willow branch swaying in the wind. The old man's voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of elusive wisdom:

"The Netherworld Cult's deputy managed to escape, which is undoubtedly a dangerous sign. It foreshadows that a more violent and even greater storm is about to sweep across. At this moment, we urgently need to find an effective method to completely destroy their dark forces with the force of thunder and lightning, and restore light and peace to this land."

Lu Zhanyuan turned to look at Xiaoyun beside him. Their eyes met, conveying an unspoken understanding and trust between them. Their eyes shone with an unwavering light, like the bright stars in the night sky.

Lu Zhanyuan spoke first, "We will always march forward side by side with the entire team, advancing and retreating together. Even if the road ahead is thorny and difficult, we will never retreat!"

Xiaoyun nodded vigorously, and her pretty face looked particularly charming at this moment because of her inner determination.

At this time, the smoke on the battlefield had not yet completely dissipated, and the aftermath of the fierce battle was still echoing in the air.

Although the forces of the Netherworld Cult suffered a heavy blow in this confrontation, some of the defeated soldiers still hid quietly like cunning foxes, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Just as the team members were cleaning up the battlefield and preparing to evacuate, suddenly, a group of mysterious figures appeared in everyone's sight without warning.

These people were all dressed in simple and elegant robes, with their sleeves dancing in the wind, giving people a sense of elegance and transcendence.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the mysterious masks they wear on their faces. Various strange patterns and symbols are carved on the masks, making it impossible to see their true faces.

This group of uninvited guests called themselves "Guardians of Time and Space." Their appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more solemn...

"We are the 'Guardians of Time and Space'. We have long heard of the evil deeds of the Netherworld Cult and have come to help." The leading guardian's voice was low and powerful. His eyes penetrated the mask and seemed to see into people's hearts.

Li Zhao tightly grasped the Space-Time Xuanji and eyed these sudden helpers warily: "Why are you helping us? What's your purpose?"

A soft chuckle emanated from beneath the Guardian's mask. "The Space-Time Xuan Ji is a divine artifact that maintains the balance of heaven and earth. Our responsibility is to protect it from the forces of evil. What we are doing today is merely fulfilling our duty."

A hint of surprise flashed across Su Mengyao's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by vigilance. "Your appearance was too sudden. How can we be sure that you are not spies sent by the Netherworld Cult?"

Wu Chen gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes sharp as an eagle, ready to deal with any possible betrayal at any time: "We can't easily trust in help that suddenly appears."

The mysterious old man gently stroked his long beard, and his weathered face revealed an indescribable depth and wisdom.

He slowly began, "Everyone, we are now at this critical moment of life and death. Any assistance is as precious to us as a long-awaited rain. However, even so, we must not be careless or let our guard down!"

Lu Zhanyuan and Xiaoyun, who were standing aside, held each other's hands tightly. Their eyes met, filled with anticipation for the upcoming new helpers, but also with some deep doubts.

Lu Zhanyuan took a step forward and said loudly, "Of course we choose to trust you. After all, we all have the same goal at this moment. But, please forgive me for being frank, verbal promises alone are far from enough. We hope to witness your concrete actions with our own eyes."

After hearing this, those who called themselves "Guardians of Time and Space" nodded, expressing their understanding of what Lu Zhanyuan and Xiaoyun said.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, they quickly plunged into action. These people moved swiftly and efficiently, methodically assisting the entire team in safely evacuating from the fierce battlefield.

Not only that, they also provided everyone with a series of crucial intelligence information about the distribution of the remaining forces of the Netherworld Cult and their possible next actions.

In an unknown secret place, the team members sat around a blazing bonfire.

The dancing flames reflected the complex and changing expressions on everyone's face, especially in the depths of their eyes, which flashed from time to time with suspicion towards this group of "Guardians of Time and Space" who suddenly appeared and claimed to help protect the "Time and Space Xuan Ji" as well as the uncontrollable uneasiness in their hearts.

Although it seemed on the surface that the two parties had temporarily reached a cooperation intention, in fact, the various doubts within the team made the already tense atmosphere even more heated, as if a taut string could break at any time.