I dominated the game from the start with cards.

The Xuanbing Talisman transformed into a beam of icy blue light, slamming hard into the black ghost face.

The expected freezing effect did not occur. The ghost face paused only slightly before continuing to devour Ye Ling.

At the critical moment, Ye Ling activated the last card in his hand—the "Teleportation Talisman"—and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, Ye Ling was already several feet away. He stared at Dark Soul, still shaken, his chest heaving violently.

Just now, he truly felt the threat of death.

"That was close!" Elder Ling's voice also carried a hint of lingering fear. "This Dark Soul is more troublesome than I imagined."

Ye Ling remained silent, his gaze fixed on Dark Soul's chest. After the ghostly face disappeared, the flashing light reappeared, flickering as if mocking his helplessness.

He realized that the flash might be a decoy.

He began to re-examine the Dark Soul's attack methods and the flow of energy around its body.

Previously, he had only focused on the flashing point and overlooked other details. Now that he had calmed down, he realized that although Dark Soul's attacks were fierce, they always revolved around the flashing point, as if protecting something.

"Could it be..." A thought suddenly flashed through Ye Ling's mind, "That flashing point is not the entrance to the soul, but..." Seeing that Ye Ling had not fallen for the trick, Dark Soul let out a piercing scream and launched another attack.

Black spikes rained down like a storm, blocking all of Ye Ling's escape routes.

While dodging, Ye Ling used cards to set up defenses around him. "Golden Shield," "Earth Wall Talisman," "Wind Blade Talisman"... he quickly activated cards one by one, forming barriers to resist the Dark Soul's attacks. Qingyue and Shuyao also joined the defense.

Qingyue waved her spirit staff, releasing beams of clear moonlight to reinforce Ye Ling's defenses.

Shu Yao sat cross-legged, chanting incantations. A soft white light enveloped everyone, providing them with a continuous stream of spiritual energy.

The Dark Soul's attacks grew increasingly fierce, with black spikes sweeping in like a storm.

Cracks began to appear in Ye Ling's defensive barrier, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"This can't go on!" Ye Ling gritted his teeth. "We have to find a way to break this deadlock!"

He looked again at the shimmering spot on Dark Soul's chest, and the thought in his mind became clearer and clearer.

He suddenly realized that the flashing point was not the entrance to the soul, but the source of the dark soul's power! As long as it was destroyed, the dark soul's attack could be completely dismantled.

Thinking of this, a resolute glint flashed in Ye Ling's eyes. He took a deep breath, and a brand new card appeared in his hand—"Flame Rune".

This card was recently acquired by him; it is incredibly powerful and can incinerate everything.

"I'll risk it all!" Ye Ling roared, throwing the "Blazing Flame Talisman" towards Dark Soul's chest.

At the same time, Shu Yao's face turned ashen, and she swayed precariously... "Shu Yao!"

Ye Ling exclaimed in surprise.

The Flame Rune transformed into a crimson fire dragon, roaring as it charged toward Dark Soul.

At the same time, Shu Yao groaned, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her body swayed precariously.

"Shu Yao!" Ye Ling's heart sank. He couldn't care less about attacking An Hun. He flashed to Shu Yao's side and helped her up.

"How are you?" His voice was filled with worry. Shu Yao's face was as pale as snow, her lips bloodless. She weakly shook her head, "I'm fine, just that my spiritual energy was overused..." Before she could finish speaking, she fainted. Ye Ling gently placed her on the ground, and Qing Yue immediately stepped forward, took out a jade bottle from her bosom, poured out a crystal-clear pill, and fed it to Shu Yao.

“She needs to rest,” Qingyue said, glancing at Shuyao with concern. “The fighting here is too intense; we need to find a way to end it as soon as possible.”

Ye Ling nodded, his gaze falling on Dark Soul once again.

Shu Yao's weakness pierced his heart and strengthened his resolve to deal with Dark Soul as soon as possible.

Seeing Ye Ling distracted, Dark Soul let out a sharp screech, and black spikes rained down once more.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing Shu Yao's safety in his heart, and forced himself to concentrate on dealing with the crisis at hand.

He dodged the spikes while rapidly flipping through the cards in his hand.

While dodging the spikes, he discovered that he could resonate with the dark power surrounding the Dark Soul through the power of the cards.

This discovery filled him with joy, as if he had grasped a ray of light in the darkness.

He began to try to manipulate this resonance, channeling wisps of dark power into his cards.

Gradually, he was able to sense the direction of Dark Soul's attacks and even predict the location of the next attack.

He successfully dodged several fatal attacks, and the originally dense attack net began to show some flaws in his eyes.

Dark Soul became even angrier when she discovered that Ye Ling was able to dodge her attacks.

She let out a deafening roar, and the surrounding dark power began to surge violently, like boiling black ink.

She began to draw more power from the surrounding darkness, and the black ghost face reappeared, even more ferocious and terrifying than before, preparing to launch an extremely powerful attack.

Ye Ling felt the pressure around him suddenly increase, as if the air had solidified, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He realized that the Dark Soul was brewing a potentially fatal attack.

This made it even more difficult for him to find the entrance to the soul, because the power fluctuations of the dark soul were more chaotic, making it difficult to capture the true entrance to the soul.

But he did not back down; instead, a glimmer of excitement ignited in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and a card shimmering with golden light appeared in his hand—"Guardian Shield." "Come on," he said softly, his eyes resolute, "let me see just how strong you really are!"

Ling Lao's voice suddenly rang out, "Be careful, this might be..." The golden "Guardian Shield" card shone brightly, forming a golden barrier in front of Ye Ling.

Elder Ling's voice abruptly stopped, as if forcibly interrupted by some force. The roar of the Dark Soul shook the heavens and the earth, and the surrounding darkness surged towards Ye Ling like a raging torrent.

The black ghost face let out a shrill scream, opening its blood-red maw as if to devour Ye Ling completely.

Ye Ling gritted his teeth, gripped the card tightly with both hands, and poured all his spiritual power into the "Guardian Shield".

The golden barrier trembled violently, emitting a buzzing sound, as if it would shatter at any moment. He felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, almost crushing him.

At this critical moment, Qingyue came to Shuyao's side, took her hand, and transferred a portion of her power to her.

A blush crept onto Shu Yao's pale face, and her breathing became more even. Qing Yue looked at Ye Ling, her eyes filled with determination.

She said, "Brother Ye Ling, we believe you can definitely find a way."

Her voice was full of power, which warmed Ye Ling's heart.

This simple encouragement was like a warm current flowing into Ye Ling's heart, allowing his tense nerves to relax a little.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew this was not the time to panic; he had to find the Dark Soul's entrance to completely resolve this crisis.

The Dark Soul's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and the cracks on the Guardian Shield multiplied.

Ye Ling felt his spiritual power being rapidly depleted. If he couldn't find a breakthrough soon, he would be powerless to resist the Dark Soul's attacks.

Just then, the words Elder Ling had once said flashed through Ye Ling's mind: "The soul entrance of dark spirits is often hidden in the place where they are most closely connected with dark power..." Ye Ling suddenly realized!

He had been trying to find a specific entrance, but he overlooked the fact that the Dark Soul itself was made of dark power.

Its soul entrance is likely hidden at the key node connecting it to the surrounding dark forces! Thinking of this, a glint of light flashed in Ye Ling's eyes.

He began to carefully observe the surging dark power around the Dark Soul, trying to find that key point.

The Dark Soul's attacks were like a storm, making it difficult for him to concentrate, but he did not give up. He tried again and again, failed again and again, but he never gave up hope.

Time passed second by second, the cracks on the protective shield grew larger and larger, and the golden light became dimmer and dimmer.

Sweat beaded on Ye Ling's forehead, and his breathing became rapid, but he still did not give up.

Suddenly, he noticed a black energy vortex on Dark Soul's chest, which was constantly absorbing the surrounding dark power.

This vortex was more concentrated and more stable than the surrounding dark power.

Ye Ling's heart skipped a beat. Could this be the entrance to the Dark Soul's soul?

He took a deep breath, preparing to concentrate all his power on one point to attack the energy vortex.

He knew this might be his last chance, and his only chance.

"Now!" Ye Ling's gaze locked onto the energy vortex, and a new card appeared in his hand... The golden protective shield was teetering on the brink of collapse, cracks spreading like a spider web, and it could crumble at any moment.

Ye Ling gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his temples, but his eyes grew even brighter.

The old man's voice echoed in his mind, like a morning bell and evening drum: "The entrance to the soul of a dark spirit is often hidden in the place where it is most closely connected with the dark power..." The place most closely connected... Ye Ling repeatedly chewed on this sentence.

He had previously regarded the Dark Soul as a physical entity, trying to find an entrance similar to a "door" or a "gap," but he overlooked its essence—a pure condensation of dark power.

What if it has no physical entrance? What if its entrance is the source of its power, the node connecting to darkness?

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope ignited in Ye Ling's heart. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and began to observe the surging darkness around him.

These dark areas are not evenly distributed, but rather swirl like a vortex, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing.

And the Dark Soul, like the center of this dark vortex, greedily devours everything around it.

"Brother Ye Ling, be careful!" Qingyue's voice was filled with worry. The Dark Soul's attacks grew increasingly violent, the black ghost face emitting a piercing scream as it pounded against the protective shield, as if trying to tear it to shreds.

Shu Yao held Qingyue's hand tightly, her face pale, but her eyes were resolute as she silently prayed for Ye Ling. She knew that Ye Ling was their only hope.

Ye Ling did not respond; all his attention was focused on the dark vortex in front of him.

He must find that crucial point before the protective shield shatters, or they will all be swallowed by darkness.

Time seemed to stand still, and Ye Ling felt his heart pounding deafeningly. He scanned the dark vortex again and again, trying to find something unusual, something different.

Every attack from Dark Soul filled him with dread; he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

Suddenly, he noticed that behind Dark Soul, there was an unusually dense area of ​​dark energy, like ink dripping into water and slowly spreading.

The dark fluctuations there were different from those elsewhere; they were more stable and deeper, as if connected to another world.

Is it there? A bold guess arose in Ye Ling's mind.

Could that place be the crucial node connecting the Dark Soul to the dark forces, its entrance to the soul? He wasn't sure, but he knew he had to take the gamble.

He concentrated all his spiritual power on the newly appeared card in his hand, a card that crackled with lightning—"Thunder Strike".

"Found it!" Ye Ling said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the dense mass of dark energy behind Dark Soul. The card in his hand shone brightly, and a dazzling bolt of lightning ripped through the darkness, heading straight for Dark Soul...