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A massive black shadow slowly descended, obscuring the last rays of light from the sky, as if an ancient nightmare had broken free of its shackles, bringing with it a terrifying aura of despair that enveloped the entire space.

Fan Tong clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, making it hard for him to breathe.

He knew this would be an unprecedentedly fierce battle, but the flames burning in his eyes grew even more intense.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and a powerful force surged within him, making his previously trembling body as firm as a rock once again.

The surrounding darkness, like thick ink, pressed in relentlessly, and the air was filled with a suffocating, evil aura, as if foreshadowing the coming of the apocalypse.

The enormous figure let out a deep roar, like a demonic sound from the depths of hell, which shook the ground slightly.

Then, it swung its enormous arm, like a mountain collapsing, and smashed it violently towards the crowd with earth-shattering force.

The air was instantly torn apart, producing a piercing crack, and the strong wind scraped across everyone's face like a blade, causing a stinging pain to the skin.

The group's defenses appeared so fragile in the face of this power, as easily broken as thin paper.

They resisted with all their might, but were still shaken and staggered, blood trickling from their mouths.

The old man in black robes frowned, his staff waving rapidly as he tried to find the pattern of the evil figure's attacks. His eyes were sharp as he carefully observed every movement of the shadowy figure, trying to find its weakness. But a powerful shockwave surged in like a tsunami, shattering his magical barrier and causing him to feel a sweet taste in his throat and his body to sway violently.

The already tense atmosphere intensified dramatically, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.

"Everyone be careful!" Fan Tong's voice boomed like thunder in everyone's ears. He tried to steady himself and once again swung his long sword. The blade drew a dazzling arc in the darkness, carrying a resolute aura as it pointed directly at the huge black shadow.

Just when everyone was in despair, the gray-robed elder suddenly roared. His voice was filled with determination, as if he had made some momentous decision, and he exuded an aura of awe.

"You... go!" He had barely uttered those words when he saw the enormous black shadow, carrying even greater power, fiercely attack him.

The elder in gray stood resolutely before the crowd like a majestic mountain peak.

The enormous black shadow, carrying destructive power, slammed violently into his body.

After a deafening roar, the gray-robed elder was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

Dust filled the air, obscuring everyone's view.

Once the dust settled, everyone could see that the gray-robed elder was lying in a pool of blood, barely breathing.

His shirt was stained red with blood, and his body twitched slightly, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

Fan Tong felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly by a giant hand, and an indescribable grief and anger surged into his heart instantly.

His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding, and his whole body was trembling.

He struggled to crawl to the gray-robed elder's side, but felt as if his body was filled with lead.

"No...no!" Fan Tong roared, his voice hoarse, filled with despair and indignation.

He had never hated his powerlessness as much as he did now, watching helplessly as those who protected him fell, unable to do anything about it.

“Elder…” Biluo covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

She knelt beside the gray-robed elder, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch him, yet fearing to disturb his final peace.

The purple-haired youth clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, blood flowing down between his fingers, but he didn't notice at all.

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Just then, Fan Tong suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with determination.

He no longer held back, completely merging the power of the Spirit Pearl with all his own power.

A powerful energy surge erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire space like a volcanic eruption.

His hair moved without wind, his clothes fluttered, and he looked like a war god, exuding a chilling aura.

"I'll make you pay the price!" Fan Tong roared, transforming into a streak of light as he charged toward the evil figure.

The evil figure seemed to sense Fan Tong's threat as well, letting out a deafening roar and swinging its massive arm to smash towards Fan Tong's face.

The forces of both sides collided in mid-air, unleashing a dazzling light. A massive energy vortex swept in all directions, causing sand and stones to fly and the sky to collapse and the earth to crack.

The golden-robed priest narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the evil figure's chest, where a black crystal was emitting an eerie glow...

"As expected..." he murmured to himself.

The golden-robed priest narrowed his eyes to slits, his weathered gaze gleaming with wisdom as he stared intently at the evil figure's chest, where a black crystal emitted an unsettling light, like a giant black heart beating.

"Indeed, the source of power is there!" he murmured, a hint of understanding in his voice.

At this moment, Fan Tong had already fought several rounds with the huge black shadow. Every time he swung his sword, it was with a do-or-die spirit. Wherever the sword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart.

He felt that the power within him was inexhaustible, and he had brought the power of the Spirit Pearl to its fullest potential.

The purple-haired youth and Biluo provided support from the side, occasionally using magic to attack the shadowy figure, distracting it and creating opportunities for Fan Tong.

"Now!" the old man in black robes shouted as he saw the shadowy figure's attention being diverted.

Upon hearing this, Fan Tong charged towards the shadowy figure's chest like an arrow released from a bow, his sword blade ablaze with flames.

That sword strike, imbued with all his strength and carrying an indomitable momentum, fiercely pierced the black crystal.

With a crisp cracking sound, the dark crystal, which exuded an evil aura, shattered instantly, turning into countless black powders that dissipated into the air.

The evil figure let out a shrill scream, its body trembling violently. Its once mountain-sized body shrank at a visible speed, and the suffocating oppressive aura emanating from it weakened accordingly.

"We did it!" Biluo cheered excitedly, a bright smile spreading across her face.

The purple-haired youth also excitedly waved his fist.

The faces of everyone were filled with the joy of victory. The despair that had just filled the air had vanished without a trace, and a sense of exhilaration filled everyone's hearts.

The girl in white ran quickly to Fan Tong's side and held his hand tightly. Fan Tong held her hand back, feeling the warmth of her palm, and a sense of security welled up in his heart.

Their love, amidst these crises, appears even more steadfast and precious.

However, just as everyone was cheering, the evil figure suddenly unleashed an even more powerful force.

A strange energy fluctuation instantly spread out, enveloping everyone.

The once bright space was instantly swallowed up by endless darkness.

"What's going on?" the purple-haired youth exclaimed. He reached out and groped in front of him, but couldn't touch anything, as if he were in a bottomless abyss.

All around was silent; even the sound of breathing seemed exceptionally clear.

The girl in white gripped Fan Tong's arm tightly, her body trembling slightly.

"Don't panic, everyone!" the old man in black robes said in a deep voice, though his voice sounded somewhat weak.

"This place... seems to be a barrier!" the golden-robed priest said slowly, his tone heavy.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a low laugh came from the darkness. The laugh seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Fan Tong gripped his sword tightly and said slowly, "Be careful, that sound..."