Legend of the Embroiderer

The conspiracy of the Netherworld Cult is like the thick fog that spreads in the bottomless, pitch-black night, making it difficult to understand and unable to get a glimpse of the full picture.

In this chaos, the sudden betrayal of the man in black was like a gust of cold wind, blowing mercilessly, making the already confusing situation even more weird and dangerous.

The team members were standing quietly in front of the portal that was emitting a mysterious light, their eyes fixed on the huge power hidden behind the door - this power could be the key to saving the entire Tang Dynasty from dire straits.

It was also possible that this prosperous dynasty would be completely destroyed in an instant. Everyone's heart was filled with contradictions and uneasiness, as if countless small insects were gnawing at their fragile mental defenses.

Li Zhao gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, his chest heaving violently, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger:

"We must never trust that traitor again! His actions have deeply wounded our team. Now we can only rely on ourselves to find a way out of this terrible predicament!"

His eyes were wide open and he stared straight ahead, his eyes flashing with strong distrust of the man in black. The anger in his heart was like a surging sea with huge waves, which took a long time to calm down.

Su Mengyao, standing beside her, frowned slightly, a hint of sadness covering her pretty face. She opened her red lips and said slowly:

"The betrayal of the men in black has undoubtedly brought us unprecedented difficulties and obstacles. However, the more so, the more we must remain vigilant and not allow the Netherworld Cult's carefully planned conspiracy to be successfully carried out."

Despite being in such a dangerous situation, Su Mengyao still analyzed the current situation in an orderly manner with her extraordinary wisdom and extraordinary calmness.

Even such a strong woman would inevitably feel ripples deep in her heart when faced with the betrayal of her teammates and unknown dangers.

Wu Chen twirled his beard leisurely, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. His voice, calm as water yet full of power, slowly rang out:

"Don't panic, everyone. Although the betrayal of this man in black has thrust us into a difficult situation, as the saying goes, fortune and disaster go hand in hand. This unexpected turn of events also provides us with a rare opportunity. With this chance, we may be able to discover the Netherworld Cult's fatal flaw."

He was calm and composed, emitting an extraordinary aura. Even in such a critical and urgent moment, his profound Taoist skills could still help him remain as steady as a rock and remain calm.

His eyes, as deep as the sea, seemed to be able to see through everything, as if he had already seen through the hidden heart of the man in black.

Lu Zhanyuan, standing by, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, veins bulging on his arm, revealing his inner resolve and determination. His eyes blazed with energy, and he spoke with unwavering determination:

"There is no time to lose. We must act decisively and immediately prevent the Netherworld Cult's sinister plot from succeeding. At the same time, we must uncover the true identity of this man in black!"

Faced with such a confusing and dangerous situation, Lu Zhanyuan became increasingly cautious.

He knew very well that at such a critical moment of life and death, any wrong step could lead to a complete loss, so he had to think carefully and proceed step by step.

The entire team was filled with heavy and complex emotions. They knew full well that this thrilling battle wasn't just about exposing the true identity of the man in black.

More importantly, we must do our utmost to prevent an evil force from ancient times from awakening from its slumber.

Not only do they have to do their best to guard the crucial portal, but they also have to find ways to find the weaknesses of the man in black and expose his ugly face in one fell swoop.

"We must not lose our composure because of the betrayal of that damn man in black!" Li Zhao said in a deep voice with a serious expression. His voice was low and powerful, as if it contained endless determination and perseverance.

Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, instantly stabilizing the originally chaotic atmosphere.

Su Mengyao nodded vigorously in agreement. Her beautiful eyes shone with unwavering determination, like bright stars in the night sky.

"That's right. No matter what, we must never give up easily! As long as we can unite as one and work together, I believe that no difficulties or obstacles in this world can stop us from moving forward!"

The shadow brought by the Netherworld Cult was like a boundless and invisible giant net, silently covering the entire team.

The mysterious leader of the Netherworld Cult had obviously noticed the approaching team and the true intentions behind them.

So, without hesitation, he ordered to increase the pressure on the team and dispatch more well-trained and well-equipped troops in an attempt to seize control of the crucial portal in one fell swoop.

These Netherworld Cult troops, which continued to pour in, were like a surging tide, sweeping towards the secret stronghold.

Each of their eyes flickered with an extreme desire for powerful strength and a chilling indifference in the face of death.

At this critical moment, Su Mengyao stepped out and stood resolutely at the front of the entire team.

She clutched a long sword that gleamed with cold light, looking heroic and fearless. The wind blew her hair, but it couldn't shake her rock-hard heart.

Wu Chen waved the staff in his hand, muttering something. Rays of light burst forth from the gemstone on the top of the staff, forming a huge protective shield that firmly protected the team members.

His voice was firm and powerful: "We must persevere until we find a solution to the problem."

The team members stood in a row, each of them showing an expression of tension and complexity on their face.

Their eyes met, flashing with deep fear of the dangers lurking in the unknown territory ahead, and the uncontrollable tension in the face of the upcoming fierce battle.

Li Zhao gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, as if the sword was his life's sole support. His eyes stared into the distance, revealing a sense of determination and courage. His voice was as loud and firm as a bell, and he said:

"Mengyao is right. We must not watch the Netherworld Cult's sinister plot come to fruition!"

Wu Chen, standing beside him, twirled his beard slightly, a faint smile playing on the corner of his mouth. Despite the solemn atmosphere around him, he remained remarkably calm.

He spoke slowly, his voice soft but penetrating, as if it could penetrate deep into people's hearts:

"Admittedly, the pressure the Netherworld Cult has placed upon us is as heavy as a mountain, but by comparison, the fighting spirit burning within us is even more blazing. As long as we can work together and unite as one, there will be no insurmountable difficulties or obstacles in this world."