In the war between humans and demons, it's not unreasonable for me to absorb demonic energy, is

The golden-robed envoy raised his hand, which was about to fall like the scythe of death. The energy waves gathered in his palm distorted the air.

The shadow of death loomed over everyone, and the suffocating pressure made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

At this critical moment, Fan Tong suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest. It was the Spirit Pearl stirring, and an unprecedented mysterious power surged into his limbs and bones.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to grasp the source of this power. All he could hear was the howling wind and the echoing of the golden-robed envoy's sinister laughter, but they all seemed to have faded away. Only the rhythm of the spirit pearl resonated clearly deep within his consciousness.

He concentrated, as if becoming one with the spirit pearl, trying to understand the message it was conveying.

Everything around him became blurry, but the warm light on his chest grew brighter and brighter, as if a lamp had been lit in the darkness.

The girl in white and the young man with purple hair clenched their fists anxiously, their eyes burning with rage, wishing they could take the pressure off Fan Tong.

The old man in black robes had a solemn expression, but a hint of hidden expectation flashed deep in his eyes.

The red-haired boy paced back and forth anxiously, muttering prayers for Fan Tong.

The gray-robed elder's face, which had been contorted with anger, now tensed up, and his heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent atmosphere.

In Fan Tong's mind, the voice of the spirit pearl was like the tolling of an ancient bell, solemn and dignified.

He realized that the only way to counter the Golden Robe Messenger's destructive power was to sacrifice a portion of the Spirit Pearl's power.

But this means that he may lose some of the special abilities that the Spirit Pearl granted him, which were his reliance on repeatedly turning danger into safety.

The scales in his heart swayed violently, with the lives of many on one side and his own safety on the other. The agonizing choice burned through his soul like a raging fire.

His brows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The inner struggle and pain surged through him like waves, assaulting his will.

Fan Tong hesitated. His body trembled slightly, and his clenched fist slowly loosened. His face was full of hesitation and uncertainty.

"Hahaha..." The golden-robed envoy noticed Fan Tong's unusual behavior. His arrogant laughter pierced the silence like a sharp blade. "What, are you scared? You lowly ant, truly pathetic!" The contempt in his eyes intensified, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips as he slowly said, "It seems I only need to exert a little force to send you all to hell!" He raised his hand again, and the golden energy in his palm began to roar...

Seeing Fan Tong's hesitation, the golden-robed envoy burst into unrestrained laughter, his laughter filled with contempt and mockery.

"What? Scared? The son of a sinner is nothing but a coward!" His sharp voice, like the hiss of a venomous snake, pierced the nerves of everyone present.

The girl in white felt a pang of anxiety. She could sense Fan Tong's inner struggle, but she was powerless to help. All she could do was hold his hand tightly and try to transfer her strength to him.

The worry and love in her eyes were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, guiding him in the darkness.

The purple-haired youth roared, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"You despicable scoundrel, stop gloating!" He glared angrily at the golden-robed envoy, wishing he could rush up and tear him to pieces.

The old man in black robes stroked his beard.

The red-haired boy paced anxiously back and forth, his heart pounding like a drum, his tension making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The gray-robed elder gritted his teeth, his heavy breathing like that of a bellows, and stared intently at Fan Tong, awaiting his decision.

Fan Tong took a deep breath, his eyes gradually hardening. He felt the warmth emanating from the spirit pearl, and his heart was filled with strength.

"I cannot back down, I must protect everyone!" he silently vowed, his eyes flashing with determination.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling light burst forth from his body, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire world.

This powerful force instantly enveloped the golden-robed envoy, freezing the smile on his face and replacing it with shock and disbelief.

"This...this is impossible!" he exclaimed, his body involuntarily taking a step back.

Fan Tong gave him no chance to catch his breath. He released all the power of the Spirit Pearl, transforming it into a golden pillar of light that shot straight toward the golden-robed envoy.

The golden-robed envoy hurriedly gathered his power to defend himself. The two powerful forces collided, producing a deafening roar. The surrounding air vibrated violently, as if it would tear everything apart.

Although the golden-robed envoy was caught off guard, his superior strength allowed him to quickly regain his footing.

The two forces intertwined, forming a huge energy vortex that uprooted the surrounding trees, sending sand and stones flying and blotting out the sun.

"Fan Tong!" the girl in white exclaimed, her eyes filled with worry...

"Fan Tong, keep going!" The girl in white shouted loudly from the side. Her voice was as clear as a spring, penetrating the noise of the battlefield and striking Fan Tong's heart.

At this moment, Fan Tong felt the boundless support of his lover, and an even stronger force surged from within him, like a surging river, unstoppable.

"I can't let her down!" Fan Tong silently vowed, his eyes flashing with determination.

His spirit pearl shone even brighter, its golden radiance like the sun in the morning light, illuminating the entire battlefield.

This warm light not only gave him strength, but also gave hope to everyone present.

The red-haired youth weaved anxiously through the crowd. Suddenly, he stopped and exclaimed, "I've found it!" "The Golden-Robed Envoy experiences a very brief period of weakness after casting a forbidden spell!" Before he finished speaking, he rushed to Fan Tong's side and informed him of this crucial information.

Upon hearing this, Fan Tong immediately formed a plan in his mind.

He took a deep breath, concentrated all his spiritual power, and fixed his gaze on the golden-robed envoy.

The golden-robed envoy was desperately resisting Fan Tong's attack, his face pale, clearly at his limit.

Just as he was about to complete the forbidden spell, Fan Tong launched his strongest attack without hesitation.

"Go!" Fan Tong shouted, and the power of the spirit pearl gathered into a golden dragon, which rushed straight towards the golden-robed envoy.

The golden-robed envoy's expression changed drastically. Despite his best efforts to resist, he was still struck by this irresistible force.

He coughed up blood, his body swayed precariously, and finally crashed heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

"We've won!" the crowd cheered. The girl in white ran excitedly to Fan Tong, tears welling in her eyes, and hugged him tightly.

"You're amazing!" she said softly, her voice trembling.

However, before their joy could dissipate, the golden-robed envoy suddenly struggled to his feet. He raised his head angrily, his eyes no longer filled with contempt, but with a mad flame.

He gritted his teeth, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and a black mist rose around his body.

The fog was filled with the aura of death, sending chills down one's spine.

"Hmph, you people are too naive!" The golden-robed envoy's voice was low, almost squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

The black mist around him grew thicker and thicker, and his aura became even more terrifying.

Everyone's gaze sharpened, and they looked at him in horror, sensing an ominous sign.

Just then, the golden-robed envoy suddenly shouted, his body seemingly propelled by an invisible force, rushing towards the crowd at an extremely fast speed, as if to utterly destroy them.