Black Myth: The Legend of Tianpeng Seeking Demons

Meanwhile, on the other side of the sky, Avril is engaged in a life-or-death battle with Shadowwing.

This battle was different from the magical clash between Jukele and Augustus on the ground; it was more like a contest of strength and will, carrying an aura of world destruction.

The Shadowwing's massive body hovered in the air, each flap of its wings unleashing a storm, as if the entire sky was roaring for it.

Its scales were as black as ink, carrying an evil magic, and its eyes burned with the flames of hatred, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

Avril rode on Ignis's back, her flaming staff gleaming with fiery light, her eyes burning with indomitable fighting spirit.

She knew that this was not just a simple battle, but a decisive battle that would determine the fate of the entire town.

She must defeat Shadowwing, or everyone will be plunged into endless darkness.

"Come on, monster!" Avril shouted, swinging her staff violently. A blazing flame shot from the tip of the staff, heading straight for Shadowwing.

The flames drew a dazzling arc in the air, as if they were about to set the sky ablaze.

However, Shadowwing reacted extremely quickly. It suddenly flapped its huge wings, and dark energy formed a barrier, firmly keeping the flames out.

Then, it opened its blood-red maw, and a dark dragon breath filled with destructive energy surged out, sweeping towards Avril and Ignis.

Ignis deftly flipped through the air, dodging the deadly attack, but the aftershocks of the dragon's breath still grazed Avril's shoulder, bringing a burning pain.

Avril gritted her teeth, knowing that she couldn't waver at this moment.

"Juclesh is stalling for time with Augustus, and I must seize this opportunity to end this battle!" she resolved to herself.

Avril and Ignis flew higher into the sky, searching for Shadowwing's weakness.

She knew that Shadowwing's powerful dark energy was almost invincible, but its heart—its most vulnerable point—could be struck, offering a chance to turn the tide of battle.

Shadowwing let out a deafening roar, seemingly realizing Avril's intentions. It suddenly accelerated and charged towards Avril, its claws tearing through the air with destructive force.

Avril quickly waved her staff, releasing a fire shield that barely blocked its attack.

However, Shadowwing's power was too great; the fire shield was shattered instantly, and Avril and Ignis were thrown backward by the powerful shockwave.

"Ignis, now!" Avril steadied herself in mid-air and suddenly gave the order.

Upon hearing this, Ignis's wings suddenly accelerated, and he swiftly attacked Shadowwing from behind.

At the same time, Avril raised her staff and chanted ancient incantations rapidly.

The flame at the tip of the staff gradually condensed into a blazing fireball, which grew larger and larger, resembling a falling sun, radiating destructive power.

This was Avril's last desperate strike. If successful, she would end Shadowwing completely; if she failed, she would have no more chances.

Guided by the incantation, the fireball transformed into a dazzling beam of light, hurtling straight towards Shadowwing's heart. Just as the fireball was about to strike, Shadowwing let out an angry roar, attempting to use its last strength to block the attack.

But Ignis had already launched a powerful attack from the side, crashing into Shadowwing's wing and causing its body to tilt slightly, revealing the location of its heart.

The fireball struck its target directly, and Shadowwing's body froze in mid-air. Then, it let out a painful roar, and its massive body began to slowly fall.

Shadowwing crashed to the ground after Avril's fatal blow, and the battle in the sky seemed to have been decided.

However, the battle on the ground continued, and the duel between Jukli and Augustus entered its most brutal phase.

Jukli's body was already on the verge of collapse under the pressure of Augustus's dark power, and the surrounding air had become heavy and cold.

The dark energy emanating from Augustus seemed inexhaustible, and each attack was accompanied by an abyss of despair.

Jukli's nine-bead bracelet had lost its luster, and its light began to fade. His face showed fatigue and pain, but his eyes remained steadfast.

“You can’t hold on any longer, you ant.” Augustus’s voice was low and evil, filled with cold mockery.

He swung his dark staff, and a powerful surge of dark energy shot straight at Juklee, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Juklee felt a sharp pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he still managed to stand firm with all his might. The bracelet in his hand trembled slightly, as if responding to his indomitable will.

“You might be able to beat me, but you can never beat Avril,” Juckley said through gritted teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He knew that if he persisted any longer, he would likely not survive, but at this moment, he had no other choice.

Avril is their last hope; he must buy enough time.

Augustus sneered, his mockery even more pronounced. "Whether it's you or her, you're nothing but ants."

With that, he waved his staff, and the power of darkness swept in once more. This time, Jukli was almost unable to resist; the nine-bead bracelet shattered instantly, its light vanishing completely.

A powerful surge of darkness struck Jukli, throwing his body heavily into the air before slamming it to the ground, his robes stained crimson with blood.

The pain was overwhelming, but Jukli still struggled to his feet. He was panting, and the light in his eyes was gradually dimming, but he still held onto his last hope.

Juklee's every movement became sluggish, his wounds continued to bleed, and the pain made him almost unable to stand.

Augustus's evil power gradually drove Jukli to the brink of despair. He raised his staff once more, and dark energy condensed in the air, transforming into a terrifying black shadow that slammed down on Jukli.

“You can’t do it, Jukli. You’ve failed!” Augustus said with a cold smile, watching him sink into despair.

Knowing he couldn't withstand the attack, Juckley looked at Avril fighting Shadowwing in the distance, his heart filled with reluctance and regret.

He murmured softly, "Avril..." But at that moment, he was powerless to protect her.

The shadowy figure's power struck with a deafening roar, sending Jukele flying like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily to the ground, his clothes instantly soaked in blood.

The intense pain almost made him lose consciousness, but he still managed to look up into the distance. Through his blurred vision, he saw Avril's figure still fighting hard.

He felt the cold touch of the teardrop necklace on his chest, and his eyes gradually dimmed. But now, he was no longer able to protect her.

"I'm sorry..." Juckley murmured softly, his hand hanging limply to the ground, blood flowing, but his eyes remained firm. Even though he was no longer able to fight, his heart was still filled with deep affection and protection for Avril.

Just then, Juklee's body trembled slightly, he was still bleeding, and gradually lost consciousness.