I dominated the game from the start with cards.

After hearing Elder Ling's words, Ye Ling began to carefully observe the Dark Soul. The surging black mist was like thick smoke at midnight, suffocating. But within this thick smoke, a few faint lights could be vaguely seen, flickering and drifting like will-o'-the-wisps.

Ye Ling's heart stirred. He guessed that these lights might be the entrance to the Dark Soul that Elder Ling had mentioned.

"Qingyue, Shuyao, I've discovered something..." Ye Ling told the two of them his thoughts. Qingyue bit her lip, the light of the sword in her hand shining even brighter, "I'll distract her, you go find the entrance!" Shuyao nodded, a determined look on her pale face, "I will do my best to support you."

The three quickly adjusted their battle plan. Qingyue let out a delicate shout, her figure moving like lightning, her sword transforming into a silver dragon, piercing straight at Anhun.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, forcing Dark Soul to divert some of his power to defend. Shu Yao stood to the side, forming hand seals and chanting incantations, as soft green light enveloped Ye Ling, providing him with continuous spiritual energy support.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, concentrated, and carefully approached the faint light.

Every step was incredibly difficult. The black mist surrounding Dark Soul was like a leech, constantly eroding his body and making him feel icy cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

However, just as Ye Ling was about to touch those lights, Dark Soul seemed to sense his intention.

She let out a piercing scream, and the surrounding black mist instantly churned and spread rapidly like boiling ink, enveloping Ye Ling, Qing Yue, and Shu Yao.

The world suddenly plunged into darkness. In this boundless darkness, Ye Ling felt as if he were in an endless abyss, with nothingness above, below, left, and right, without direction or end.

His vision was completely blocked, and he could only rely on his faint senses to judge the situation around him.

His movements became extremely difficult; every step he took felt like sinking into mud, making progress incredibly challenging.

"Qingyue! Shuyao!" Ye Ling tried to call out his companion's name, but his voice seemed to be swallowed up, without any echo. A strong sense of unease rose in his heart. In this dark abyss, they seemed to be completely isolated, having lost all contact with each other.

"Hehehe..." A chilling laugh suddenly echoed in the darkness, like a ghostly whisper, sending shivers down one's spine. Ye Ling knew it was the voice of Dark Soul.

She seemed to be reveling in their fear and despair. "You think you can find my weakness like this? How naive!"

The voice of the Dark Soul grew closer, filled with scorn, "Within this dark power, your strength will be devoured bit by bit, and you will eventually become my puppets!"

Dark forces surged in like a tide, relentlessly eroding their bodies.

Ye Ling felt his strength being drained away little by little, and his body becoming weaker and weaker.

He gritted his teeth, desperately resisting the erosion of the dark power, but he knew that if this continued, they would be swallowed by the darkness sooner or later... "Ye Ling..." A weak cry came, it was Shu Yao's voice.

Her voice was filled with pain and helplessness, "I...I can't hold on much longer..." The dark power gnawed at their strength like a leech. Ye Ling felt his spiritual power being peeled away layer by layer, his body growing heavier and heavier, as if filled with lead.

He tried his best to mobilize the remaining spiritual energy in his body, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea—it produced no ripples. Qingyue's condition was also not optimistic.

The sword in her hand, which had originally shone brightly, was now much dimmer, and the blade trembled slightly, as if it might slip from her grasp at any moment.

She gritted her teeth, struggling to control the sword and prevent it from falling, but her petite body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her face was as pale as paper. Shu Yao's condition was the worst.

As a descendant of a spiritual healer, she has been striving to unleash healing power in an attempt to resist the erosion of dark forces.

However, faced with this powerful dark force, her healing abilities were woefully inadequate, having little effect. Her once rosy lips were now bloodless, her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her body swayed precariously, as if she might collapse at any moment. "Ye Ling... I... I tried my best..." Shu Yao's voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz. She let her hands fall limply, her eyes filled with despair.

A sense of despair spread like a plague, enveloping the three of them.

Are they really going to perish here? Will all their efforts be in vain?

Just when they were about to give up hope, Ye Ling suddenly felt a card in his hand start to get hot.

He looked down and saw that the card, which originally depicted a low-level evil spirit, was now emitting an eerie purplish-black light. The surrounding dark power seemed to be attracted and surged into the card.

The images on the card began to distort and deform. The originally ferocious demon image gradually became even more terrifying. Its fangs became sharper, its claws became larger, and its eyes burned with ghostly blue flames, as if it were a messenger from hell.

A powerful force surged from the card, instantly dispelling the surrounding dark energy.

The world regained its light, and Ye Ling saw the pained expressions on Qingyue and Shuyao's faces.

"This is..." Ye Ling looked at the mutated card in his hand, his heart filled with shock.

He had never seen a card undergo such a transformation, and the powerful force filled him with both excitement and fear. Without time to think, Ye Ling knew this was their only chance to escape. He raised the mutated card high above his head, and it released an even brighter light, completely dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Ling suddenly rushed towards the Dark Soul. He got one step closer to those faint lights, almost within reach.

When Dark Soul saw Ye Ling approaching, she suddenly stopped attacking and began to cast a strange spell.

Many phantom souls appeared around her body. These phantoms had hideous faces, let out shrill screams, and pounced on Ye Ling and the others.

"Be careful! These phantom souls can pass through the body!" Elder Ling's voice echoed in Ye Ling's mind. "They will tear your souls apart!"

A phantom of a soul passed through Ye Ling's body, and he felt a sharp pain, as if his soul was being torn apart.

But he didn't stop. A determined light shone in his eyes. He knew he had to seize this opportunity... "Dark Soul, your end is nigh..." Ye Ling said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

As Ye Ling approached, Dark Soul curled her crimson lips into a cold smile, stopped drawing out dark power, and began to cast a strange spell.

Thick black mist appeared around her body, and many phantoms of souls gradually condensed within the mist. These phantoms had ferocious faces and let out shrill screams, rushing towards Ye Ling and the others like hungry ghosts.

"Be careful! These soul phantoms can pass through the body!" Elder Ling's voice rang in Ye Ling's mind, tinged with anxiety. "They will tear your souls apart!" A soul phantom passed through Ye Ling's body. He groaned, staggered backward, and felt a sharp pain, as if his soul had been torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, more phantom souls passed through his body, each one bringing unbearable pain. He gritted his teeth, enduring the agony, while the mutated card in his hand flickered erratically, seemingly also affected by these phantom souls.

Qingyue was also in a bad situation. Her petite body was pierced by the phantom of the soul, and she let out painful groans, barely able to hold onto the sword in her hand.

In her pain, she looked at Ye Ling with eyes full of trust and reliance.

She called out to Ye Ling, "Brother Ye Ling, I believe you can find the entrance!" Ye Ling looked at Qingyue's determined eyes and was deeply moved. He then looked at Shu Yao, who, though looking tired, still gave him an encouraging smile.

He knew he couldn't give up; he had to fight for his companions and to survive in this supernatural world.

He recalled the courage he felt when he first awakened his abilities, facing the unknown. At that time, he was just an ordinary person who knew nothing about the supernatural world, yet in a moment of crisis, he unleashed the power within him and sealed an evil spirit into a card.

The joy of overcoming fear remains vivid in my memory to this day.

"I will not give up!"

Ye Ling screamed in his heart, enduring the pain of his soul being torn apart, and struggling to find the entrance to the Dark Soul under the attack of the soul phantom.

He carefully observed every detail around Dark Soul's body, trying to find the slightest clue.

However, he searched every corner around Dark Soul's body but found no trace of the entrance.

The Dark Soul's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and the number of Soul Illusions also increased. Ye Ling felt his consciousness begin to blur, and his body grew heavier and heavier, as if he would collapse at any moment.

"Could it be... that we're really going to fail?" A sense of despair flashed through Ye Ling's mind.

Just then, the mutated card in his hand suddenly vibrated violently, emitting a powerful suction force that drew in the surrounding phantom souls.

The image on the card changed again; the originally terrifying demon became even more ferocious, its eyes burning with an even more intense, ghostly blue flame, as if it wanted to devour everything.

Upon witnessing this, Dark Soul's expression changed drastically, and she screamed, "Impossible! This is impossible!"

Ye Ling felt a powerful force surge into his body, and he felt his consciousness become clear again, and his body was full of power.

He gripped the mutated card tightly, his gaze fixed on Dark Soul, and said, word by word, "Dark Soul, the game... is over..." After absorbing the soul phantom, the mutated card's dark blue flames burned even brighter, like a beating heart, radiating powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

Ye Ling felt an unprecedented surge of power coursing through his body, and the pain from being torn apart by the phantom of his soul gradually subsided.

He took a deep breath, his gaze sharp, and stared once more at the Dark Soul shrouded in black mist. In the dim light, the Dark Soul's terrified screams echoed.

"Impossible! This is impossible! How could you absorb my soul phantom!" She frantically waved her hands, trying to control the soul phantom that was being sucked into the cards, but all her efforts were in vain.

The scene of when Ye Ling first awakened his ability flashed through his mind.

At that time, he was trapped in a gloomy old house, with a hideous demon approaching step by step.

Fear and despair nearly consumed him. But at that moment, a mysterious power surged from within him, sealing the evil spirit into a card.

At that time, he knew nothing about the supernatural world, but he overcame his fear through his survival instinct and inexplicable courage.

Now, facing an even more powerful Dark Soul and an almost insurmountable predicament, he tells himself that he cannot be defeated by the difficulties before him.

He would strive for Shu Yao and Qing Yue, and for survival in this perilous supernatural world. "I will not give up!"

Ye Ling shouted in his heart, gripping the mutated card tightly, constantly weaving through the gaps in the soul phantoms, searching for the entrance to the Dark Soul.

He knew that Elder Ling's hint was his only hope. The black mist of the Dark Soul grew thicker and thicker, and the phantoms of souls became more and more numerous, almost obscuring the entire space. Ye Ling's vision was obstructed, and his movements became increasingly difficult.

Each journey is like dancing on a knife's edge; a slight misstep could lead to being swallowed by the phantom of one's soul.

He carefully observed every detail around Dark Soul's body, trying to find the slightest clue.

However, he searched every corner around Dark Soul's body but found no trace of the entrance.

Time ticked by, and the Dark Soul's attacks grew increasingly fierce. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, nor whether they could find the entrance and defeat the Dark Soul.

Shu Yao and Qing Yue cheered him on from afar. Their shouts were faint amidst the cacophony of soul screams, but they gave Ye Ling immense encouragement.

He gritted his teeth and charged into the black fog again and again, only to be forced back time and time again.

Sweat soaked his clothes, and his breathing became rapid.

He began to doubt whether Elder Ling's words were correct, and his heart was filled with doubt.

Is there really no entrance? Are they destined to fail? Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly noticed a tiny black dot on the back of Dark Soul's neck, hidden in the thick black mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

A thought flashed through his mind—could it be…? “Cover me!” Ye Ling shouted to Shu Yao and Qing Yue, then plunged back into the black mist, heading straight for the black dot. The Dark Soul seemed to sense his intention, letting out a sharp cry. The black mist churned even more violently, and the phantom souls surged even more frantically towards Ye Ling.

"Now!" Ye Ling shouted, hurling the mutated card in his hand towards the black dot...