Legend of the Embroiderer

After a burst of dazzling light, the Netherworld Sect's magic circle suddenly collapsed, just like an extremely solid building collapsing in an instant.

As the magic circle collapsed, the originally mysterious and ancient ruins seemed to have lost the huge pillar that supported it and began to tremble wildly.

The stones on the dome fell like raindrops, hitting the ground with a deafening roar.

The raised dust spread rapidly like a surging sandstorm, covering the entire space in a gray haze.

Faced with this sudden disaster, the team members who were previously immersed in fierce battles suddenly became panic-stricken.

In just a moment, they quickly switched from a combat stance to an emergency evacuation mode.

Standing at the front, Li Zhao, the undisputed leader of the team, shouted without hesitation, "Don't panic, everyone! Follow me!"

His voice was like a loud bell, firm and powerful, easily penetrating the noisy and chaotic noise around him, like a bright light, illuminating the way forward for the panicked team members.

Although deep in his heart he was also filled with a deep fear of unknown dangers, he knew that this was not the time to hesitate.

His strong will to survive prompted him to act more courageously and decisively.

Wu Chen followed closely behind Li Zhao, holding the glowing staff tightly in his hand.

He ran quickly, waving his staff vigorously, trying to draw a ray of light in the dusty darkness to guide everyone forward.

Although his heartbeat was accelerating and his nervousness almost suffocated her, he still quickly analyzed the current serious situation with his extraordinary wisdom and calmness, and shouted:

"We must find the nearest exit as soon as possible, otherwise everyone will be buried deep under this endless ruins!"

Lu Zhanyuan was on both sides of the team. They were on guard against possible pursuers while helping their injured companions.

Wu Chen's voice revealed a hint of meditation: "Remain calm, life and death are determined by fate, but we can't give up on anyone!"

Lu Zhanyuan was moving among the troops, his eyes flashing with a sharp light:

"Hurry, there is light coming in over there, it should be the exit!" His instinct helped him find a glimmer of hope in the chaos.

The remnants of the Netherworld Cult fled in all directions like frightened birds. The passages and secret rooms in the ruins, once a symbol of their power, now became a maze for their escape.

Wu Chen and Lu Zhanyuan quickly organized a pursuit. Their eyes were determined and their hearts were filled with persistence for justice.

Wu Chen was currently standing in the deep, winding corridors of the ruins. His voice, like a mighty bell, echoed continuously in the silent space:

"We absolutely cannot allow these remaining evil forces any chance to escape! Otherwise, they will spread like a plague, bringing endless disaster and suffering to the world!"

He was seen waving his hands and muttering something, and mysterious and powerful Taoist lights burst out from his hands.

These Taoist techniques can not only heal the injuries suffered by teammates, but can also be transformed into fierce means of attack to launch a ruthless pursuit of fleeing enemies.

He cast a unique tracking spell, making it impossible for the followers of the Netherworld Cult to avoid his keen perception no matter how they hid, and eventually they had to reveal themselves.

Lu Zhanyuan, standing nearby, displayed extraordinary wisdom. His deep eyes flickered with intelligence, as if he could see through all the conspiracies and intrigues.

He stared closely at the map in his hand that detailed the layout of the ruins, quickly analyzing various possible situations in his mind and making the most reasonable decision quickly.

"This way! I'm sure they will try to escape from this direction." As Lu Zhanyuan decisively pointed to a certain place on the map, his fingers moved as fast as the wind.

Every instruction was so precise and accurate, just like a battle-hardened general commanding thousands of troops to charge into battle.

Under his orderly command, the actions of the entire pursuit team became more and more efficient.

The team members gathered closely around Wu Chen and Lu Zhanyuan, quickly divided into small groups according to their deployment, and then moved flexibly between various corners of the ruins like ghosts.

Their movements were as fast as lightning, their coordination was seamless, and each of them exuded a spirit of courage and perseverance.

During the fierce pursuit, despite the urgent situation, they were not overwhelmed by the tense atmosphere. On the contrary, from time to time someone would say a few humorous words to ease everyone's tense heartstrings.

As a result, the originally cruel and bloody battle instantly became more relaxed and cheerful, making people sigh that this team not only has strong strength, but also has extraordinary wisdom and an optimistic spirit.

"Hahahahaha! Look at them! Those followers of the Netherworld Cult are running like rabbits being chased by dogs. They're running so fast! It's absolutely ridiculous!"

A team member shouted in a tone of contempt and confidence as he chased after them, laughing loudly. His laughter echoed far across the empty wilderness, as if conveying his mockery to every fleeing Netherworld Cult member.

At this moment, another member responded, "That's right! Even if they run fast, what can they do? Can they be faster than the extremely sharp swords in our hands?"

After saying that, he suddenly swung the long sword in his hand. With a flash of cold light, the tip of the sword was pointing straight at the believers of the Netherworld Sect who were still desperately fleeing in front of him, as if he was going to give these people a fatal blow in the next moment.

The battlefield was still a scene of flying dust and noisy chaos. Although the battle was nearing its end, the dust had not yet completely settled.

The entire team was now hurriedly evacuating this land that had just experienced fierce fighting.

In this chaotic situation, a sharp gaze was like a sword, easily piercing through the flying smoke and dust.

This gaze came from Su Mengyao in the team. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on a mysterious black figure that loomed not far away, revealing an indescribable solemnity.

Suddenly, Su Mengyao, who was originally evacuating quickly with the crowd, stopped without warning.

An extremely strong intuition suddenly surged in her heart - the mysterious black shadow in front of her was definitely not an ordinary character!

Su Mengyao slowly turned around, her beautiful eyes gazing at her companion beside her, her red lips parted slightly, and she spoke in a soft yet firm voice:

"Everyone, I must stay and uncover the true purpose of this mysterious shadow. This not only affects the success or failure of our operation, but also may affect the fate of countless people."

Her words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves in the hearts of the team members.

Li Zhao, who was standing aside, suddenly changed his expression when he heard this. He subconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand. The sword flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if it could sense the owner's inner uneasiness and anxiety.

He frowned tightly, forming a deep frown, staring straight at Su Mengyao, and said anxiously:

"Mengyao, absolutely not! It's too dangerous for you to stay here alone. That black shadow has unknown origins and strange whereabouts. What should we do if something unexpected happens to it?"

His words were filled with worry for Su Mengyao, and his concern was almost overflowing from his eyes.

Facing Li Zhao's dissuasion, Su Mengyao just smiled slightly. That smile was as beautiful as the peach blossoms blooming in spring, but it also revealed an unspeakable determination.

At this moment, a barely perceptible glimmer of determination flashed across her clear eyes, just like the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling and never extinguished.

She responded softly, "Don't worry, Brother Li. I will act cautiously and will never act rashly or impulsively. Besides, with my wisdom and courage, I'm not necessarily incapable of handling this crisis."

After saying that, she gently raised the staff in her hand and lightly touched the ground. In an instant, a ball of soft light bloomed from the tip of the staff, enveloping her entire body.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a slight sound of wind, Su Mengyao's figure gradually became blurred under everyone's eyes, and finally disappeared completely in the flying dust. Like a ghost, she quietly followed the black shadow in front that was getting farther and farther away.

Looking at the direction where Su Mengyao left, all the team members were worried, with anxiety on their faces.

But they also knew that Su Mengyao had always been resourceful and fearless. Perhaps her risky decision this time could really find a way out for the entire team and bring new opportunities and hope.

At this moment, Master Wuchen, who had been silent all the time, suddenly smiled and twirled his beard. His kind face looked particularly amiable under the sunlight.

He lowered his head slightly, muttering to himself, "Amitabha, Miss Su is very smart and kind-hearted. I believe she will be able to turn danger into safety this time..."

The deep and magnetic voice echoed in the air, giving everyone present a shot of adrenaline, making everyone's originally uneasy hearts feel a little calmer.

Lu Zhanyuan's eyes were sharp and his brain was working rapidly, and he quickly made a response plan based on the current situation.

He shouted to everyone with a serious expression, "Don't panic, everyone! We will continue to evacuate in an orderly manner according to the original plan! But you must always remain highly vigilant. If Miss Su needs support, you must go to her as quickly as possible!"

His voice was steady and powerful, as if it injected a shot of adrenaline into the entire team.

Su Mengyao nimbly moved through the shadows of the ruins. Her footsteps were as light and silent as a cat, and each step was taken with extreme caution, fearing that even the slightest sound would startle the looming shadow ahead.

Although she was extremely nervous, her heart beat faster at the thought of possible major discoveries and the discovery of the truth.

"Dark shadow, oh dark shadow, what unknown secret are you hiding?" Su Mengyao whispered quietly while staring at the mysterious figure in front of her.

At this moment, she was like a hungry cheetah, concentrating on following her prey and not missing any clues.

Time passed by, and Su Mengyao was getting closer and closer to the black shadow. Just then, a breeze blew by, blowing up the corner of the black shadow's clothes, revealing a jade pendant hanging around his waist.

In the dim moonlight, Su Mengyao vaguely saw a strange symbol engraved on the jade pendant. Before she could see clearly, the shadowy figure seemed to notice something and suddenly turned and sped away.

Seeing this, Su Mengyao did not hesitate to give chase. After a while, the shadow finally stopped in a secluded corner.

When Su Mengyao saw the other person's true face, she couldn't help but gasp - it turned out that the black shadow was actually a high-ranking priest of the Netherworld Cult, named Xuan Ji!

This person has a bad reputation in the martial arts world. It is said that the martial arts he practices are vicious and cruel, and people are terrified by them.

Xuan Ji, the mysterious figure who once stood at the pinnacle of power in the Netherworld Cult, is now walking alone in the darkness.

His face, tightly covered by a black cloak, seemed to be hidden behind thick fog, making it difficult to see his true appearance.