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That deep roar seemed to come from the depths of hell, making one's eardrums ache and even causing one's chest to resonate.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze from the sound, making it hard to breathe.

The shadow monster was surrounded by swirling black mist, with tiny black lightning bolts flashing intermittently, and the air was filled with a rotten, nauseating stench.

The enormous arm, accompanied by a whistling sound, crashed down on Fan Tong like a small mountain.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his body shot out like an arrow, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The ground was smashed into a deep crater, with debris flying everywhere and dust billowing up.

Seeing this, Lan Xing and Han Xinru knew they couldn't just sit and wait for their doom.

They attacked simultaneously from the left and right.

Lan Xing's longsword flashed with a chilling light, aiming straight for the Shadow Monster's joints, while Han Xinru's short knife moved like a serpent around the monster, trying to find an opening.

However, the shadow monster's defense was far beyond their expectations. Whether it was a sword blade or a knife, striking it was like throwing mud into the sea, unable to cause any real damage.

Instead, the monster's casual wave of its hand created a gust of wind that made them unsteady and forced them to retreat repeatedly.

The shadow monster's attacks grew increasingly fierce, swinging its massive arms with each strike accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as it tore through the air.

The surrounding space seemed to be distorted, and the originally lush trees were uprooted and turned into dust.

Elder Lingfeng, who was hiding to the side,

Old Camel watched all this anxiously. He wanted to rush over to help, but found himself powerless and could only worry helplessly.

While dodging the monster's attacks, Fan Tong was also rapidly thinking of a countermeasure.

He felt an unprecedented pressure, as if he were facing an insurmountable chasm.

The sharpness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, it became even more intense, as if burning with a raging fire.

Just then, the shadow monster's attack became even more frenzied. It let out a roar, and its entire body emitted a black light, like a black hole, absorbing everything around it.

Fan Tong and the others felt a powerful suction force coming from them, and their bodies involuntarily leaned forward.

"Back off!" Fan Tong shouted, gathering all his strength in his feet and stomping off the ground. His body transformed into a streak of silver light as he leaped backward.

Lan Xing and Han Xinru reacted quickly and retreated rapidly.

However, the shadow monsters' suction was too strong, and their bodies still uncontrollably moved closer to the monsters.

Just when everyone thought they were about to be devoured, the shadow monster suddenly stopped its suction. It let out a hoarse laugh, as harsh and unpleasant as the friction of metal, which echoed throughout the space, sending chills down everyone's spine.

It raised a huge arm, pointed at Fan Tong, and said in a mocking tone, "Ants, your struggles are meaningless."

Han Xinru's gaze gradually became complicated.

Han Xinru's heart was pounding violently, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

She gripped the dagger tightly, her palms sweating, making the hilt slippery.

She wanted to rush forward and attack the hideous monster with all her might to help Fan Tong, but fear clung to her like a persistent, incurable disease.

She was afraid that her attacks would not only fail to harm the monster, but would also enrage it, bringing greater danger to Fan Tong and the others.

This conflicting feeling made her hesitate, causing her to miss several excellent opportunities to attack.

The shadow monster seemed to sense her fear, letting out a chilling shriek. Its enormous form appeared before her like a ghost, its stinking claws slashing down.

Han Xinru stared wide-eyed in horror, her body instinctively leaning back, barely dodging the fatal blow.

"Xinru!" Fan Tong shouted anxiously. He wanted to rush over to protect Han Xinru, but he was tightly entangled by the shadow monster and could not break free at all.

The shadow monsters' attacks grew increasingly frenzied, pouring down like a torrential downpour.

Its massive body stirred up gusts of wind, sending sand and stones flying, blotting out the sky and the sun.

The ground trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, making one want to vomit.

Lan Xing was pale. Despite the excruciating pain in her body, she brandished her longsword, trying to attract the monster's attention and create an opportunity for Fan Tong and Han Xinru.

However, her attacks were like tickling the monster, causing it no harm whatsoever.

Just then, the shadow monster let out a deafening roar, and a black energy wave shot out from its mouth, striking Blue Star directly.

Lan Xing was unable to dodge in time and was hit by the energy wave. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground. His life or death was unknown.

"Blue Star!" Fan Tong's eyes widened in fury as he let out a grief-stricken roar, his eyes burning with raging anger.

Han Xinru also collapsed to the ground in despair, tears blurring her vision.

The shadow monster let out a triumphant roar as it slowly approached Blue Star, who lay on the ground, its massive shadow enveloping her.

“It’s over…” it said in a low, hoarse voice, “You will all die!”

Fan Tong's heart clenched suddenly, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He staggered toward Blue Star, his hands trembling as he helped her up.

Lan Xing's face was as pale as paper, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and her breath was weak.

Fan Tong gently embraced her, a warm current flowing from his palm to Lan Xing's cold body.

Lan Xing slightly opened her eyes, saw Fan Tong's anxious expression, smiled weakly, and a crystal tear slid down her cheek.

This glimmer of warmth at the critical moment of life and death is like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, warming each other's hearts.

“Old Camel! Formation Plate!” Fan Tong’s voice was hoarse but firm.

Upon hearing this, Old Camel immediately took out an ancient array plate from his pocket. The array plate was covered with intricate runes and emitted a faint golden light.

He tossed the array plate into the air, chanting incantations. The array plate rapidly enlarged, hovering above everyone's heads and casting a golden light curtain that enveloped them.

Fan Tong took a deep breath and took out a pearl that was flashing with lightning from his storage bag.

This precious pearl, named "Thunder Pearl," was obtained by chance and contains powerful lightning energy.

He embedded the Thunder Pearl into the center of the array plate, and the runes on the array plate immediately shone brightly. Thick bolts of lightning surged out from the array plate, like thunder dragons, roaring as they attacked the shadow monster.

Caught off guard, the shadow monster was struck by lightning and let out a shrill scream.

Its massive body trembled violently, and jagged cracks appeared on its surface. The black mist churned continuously, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

"It's a success!" Han Xinru exclaimed, her spirits lifted upon seeing this.

Fan Tong's enormous body began to twist and deform, and the black mist rapidly contracted, eventually splitting into countless small shadows, which, like black locusts, swarmed towards the crowd.

The little shadow emitted a sharp, piercing scream that sent chills down one's spine.

They were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded Fan Tong and the others.

"Oh no!" Fan Tong's expression changed drastically. "They're going to..."