Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

Ye Yunjian pressed his advantage, his long sword dancing like a dragon, its sword energy crisscrossing, forcing the mysterious black-robed leader to retreat repeatedly.

"You..." The leader of the mysterious figures in black robes clutched his injured arm, his face grim, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, "You actually..."

The spirit girl leaned weakly against an ancient tree, her gaze always following Ye Yunjian's agile figure.

Looking at his fiery figure, even though the wound on his chest still ached and his clothes were soaked with blood, she still wanted to cheer him on no matter what.

She struggled to get up, but was held down firmly by the tribespeople beside her.

"Brother Ye... Brother Ye, be careful..." She used all her strength to utter a weak but affectionate voice.

Although the voice trembled slightly, it was like a clear spring, exceptionally clear amidst the clamor of the battlefield, carrying the unique tenderness and anticipation of a young girl, reaching Ye Yunjian's ears.

Hearing the weak call from the Spirit Clan girl, Ye Yunjian felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

A strange power rose from the bottom of his heart, as if it were the blessing brought by love. He felt the power of the Xuan Fire in his body surge even more, and the long sword in his hand became even sharper.

He turned his sword, and a scorching sword aura ripped through the sky, heading straight for the face of the mysterious leader in black robes.

The mysterious leader in black robes was forced to retreat repeatedly by this sudden attack. He had not expected that these "ants" would unleash such powerful strength in such a desperate situation.

Feeling the intense pain from the wound on his arm and Ye Yunjian's fierce attacks, a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart, and the ruthlessness in his eyes intensified.

He let out a cold, low growl.

The sphere flew out of my hand, tracing a strange arc in the air.

It was like an activated demonic seed, constantly expanding in the air, like an inflated black balloon, with the red patterns on its surface becoming increasingly bright, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The surrounding air seemed to have been sucked out, and everyone's breathing became rapid.

"Not good! Get out of the way!" Elder Xuanfeng, with his rich experience, sensed the terrifying power contained within the sphere and exclaimed in alarm.

Murong Feng hurriedly tried to pull his fellow disciples back, but found that his body was as heavy as lead and he could not move.

Lingxi covered her mouth in horror. She had never seen such a terrifying sight before, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Ye Yunjian frowned, feeling an unprecedented sense of crisis. The destructive aura emanating from the black sphere made his heart tremble.

He wanted to cast the Mystic Fire Shield again, but found that his internal energy was too depleted to support such a powerful defense.

Just as everyone was in a panic, the black sphere had expanded to its maximum size, like a huge black heart, thumping in the air and exuding an aura of death.

"It's over..." The black-robed leader's chilling voice rang out again, like a death knell from hell, echoing in everyone's ears.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he could already see everyone being swallowed up by the black sphere.

A deafening roar, like muffled thunder, echoed through the air. The black sphere, now swollen to its limit, seemed to be gathering a power capable of destroying everything...

Murong Feng's mouth gaped open, his lips trembling uncontrollably. He murmured, "This...this is..."

The black sphere expanded wildly in the air, like a greedy beast, devouring the surrounding light and air.

An aura of destruction surged in like a tide, oppressing everyone's nerves, and a suffocating fear filled the air.

The shadow of death loomed over everyone, as if the final judgment was about to arrive.

Ye Yunjian's gaze was fixed on the black sphere, his deep eyes flashing with unwavering determination.

His mind raced, analyzing the crisis before him like a sophisticated instrument, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

He clenched his fists, his palms sweating, but he showed no panic, remaining as calm as a towering mountain, unyielding and unshakeable.

The people around, whether they were disciples of the Xuanhuo Sect or members of the Spirit Clan, stared in horror at the black sphere. Their breathing was rapid and heavy, as if an invisible hand was choking them.

A tense atmosphere permeated the air, like a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

Gu Ying's heart was in turmoil.

He greedily desired the legendary artifact, but the impending crisis filled him with fear.

He wanted to escape this dangerous place, but he was also worried that if he ran away alone, he would be scorned by everyone and lose his standing in their eyes.

Those around him were all drawn to the crisis posed by the black sphere, and no one noticed his inner struggle and contradictions.

"There must be a way..." Ye Yunjian muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, trying to find a glimmer of hope on their faces.

However, all he saw was fear and despair.

Just then, Lingxi suddenly took a step and walked towards the black sphere...

The expansion of the black sphere resembled an endless black hole, swallowing up all the surrounding air and light, creating a perilous situation.

Just then, Lingxi suddenly took a step forward and, ignoring the horrified gazes of the crowd, walked straight toward the black sphere.

Her steps were firm and composed, as if undisturbed by any external force.

Upon seeing this, everyone was shocked and exclaimed in surprise.

"Lingxi, are you crazy!" Murong Feng shouted urgently, trying to rush forward to stop her, but was grabbed by Senior Xuanfeng.

"Quickly, grab her!" Gu Ying shouted, his voice filled with a hint of panic, but even more so with an indescribable contradiction.

He was worried about Lingxi's safety, but also afraid that the secret box in her possession would cause even greater conflict.

Lingxi ignored the shouts of the crowd, her gaze fixed firmly on the black sphere.

She took out a small box from her bosom that emitted a soft light, like twinkling starlight. Though faint, the light shone brightly in the darkness.

She stepped forward and gently placed the small box on the black sphere.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The black sphere slowed down its expansion the instant it touched the small box.

The light spread out from the small box, forming a thin curtain of light that gradually covered the black sphere.

Fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the sphere, making a soft, crackling sound, like ice breaking.

Incredulous looks filled the crowd, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

Just then, a deep and cold voice suddenly rang out: "Do you think this will stop me?" The leader of the mysterious men in black robes emerged from the shadows, his eyes flashing with greed and anger.

He leaped towards Lingxi with unstoppable momentum.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yunjian reacted instantly, flashing forward to block Lingxi's path.

He clapped his hands together, and a wisp of crimson flame burst forth from his palms, heading towards the mysterious leader in black robes.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the air, spells clashing and deafening sounds echoing all around.

"Mysterious Fire Technique!" Ye Yunjian shouted, and flames transformed into a blazing tornado that swept towards the mysterious leader in black robes.

The mysterious leader in black robes sneered, his hands quickly forming complex hand seals. A beam of dark light shot out, colliding with the fiery tornado and erupting into a burst of intense light.

The surrounding crowd also joined the battle. The disciples of the Xuanhuo Sect unleashed their respective spells, while the members of the Spirit Clan used their special abilities to assist Ye Yunjian in fighting against the mysterious leader in black robes.

The tension of the battle continued to escalate, with each strike seemingly tearing through the air, creating a breathtaking spectacle.

Suddenly, Ye Yunjian, the leader of the mysterious men in black robes, narrowed his eyes, and his hand shone brightly as he instantly met the Xuan Yun Chain.

The two forces collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening sound, as if the entire space was being torn apart at that moment.

The attack from the mysterious leader in black robes was swift and fierce. Ye Yunjian tried his best to defend, but was still struck by a cold spell.

He groaned, staggered backward, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, the crimson blood standing out starkly against his pale face.

A metallic sweet taste spread through Ye Yunjian's mouth, and his internal organs felt as if they were being crushed by a boulder, the intense pain causing him to gasp for breath.

He felt a wave of dizziness, and the world before his eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

But he still braced himself, his gaze fixed firmly on the enemy before him, showing no sign of retreat.

When Lingxi saw Ye Yunjian injured, her heart clenched, and a strong sense of guilt and worry welled up inside her.

She bit her lip tightly, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them.

She desperately wanted to rush forward and shield him from the attack, but she knew her abilities were limited and she would only become a burden to him.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the oppressive atmosphere, like a heavy haze, enveloped everyone.

The disciples of the Xuanhuo Sect and the members of the Spirit Clan were filled with anxiety and worry when they saw Ye Yunjian injured. They fought even harder against the black-robed man's men, hoping to end the battle as soon as possible.

Just then, Murong Feng seized a fleeting opportunity and darted toward the leader of the mysterious men in black robes like lightning.

The longsword in his hand sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, carrying a fierce sword aura, and pierced fiercely into the back of the mysterious black-robed leader.

"Ah!" The leader of the mysterious men in black robes let out a painful scream, his body trembled violently, and the magic in his hands dissipated.

He looked down incredulously at the sword stuck in his back.

As the mysterious leader in black robes fell, the spell controlling the black sphere also disappeared.

The sphere stopped expanding and hovered in the air, like a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Seeing this, everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed, and they erupted in deafening cheers.

Just as everyone was cheering and jumping for joy, a weak voice broke the brief moment of happiness: "Ye Yunjian..."

The spirit girl's originally pale face gained some color from worry.

Ignoring the deep, bone-revealing wounds on her body, she struggled to her feet and staggered toward Ye Yunjian.

Every step she took aggravated her wound, causing her to furrow her brows in pain, yet she showed no sign of stopping.

The anxiety in her eyes was like a burning flame, intense and persistent.

"Ye Yunjian, how are you? Where are you hurt?" Her voice trembled, as gentle as a feather brushing across a lake, yet filled with touching concern.

Her clear eyes, as if filled with lake water, reflected Ye Yunjian's slightly pale face, filled with heartache.

She reached out her trembling hands, wanting to touch Ye Yunjian's wounds, but she was afraid that her rough movements would aggravate his pain.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was seriously injured but still put him first, Ye Yunjian felt a warm current surge in his heart.

What shone in her eyes was not just simple concern, but an indescribable love, as gentle as a spring breeze caressing his weary heart and soothing the wounds of battle.

He smiled slightly, wanting to comfort her, but felt a sharp pain in his chest, coughed, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The bright red bloodstain on his fair chin was particularly glaring, like a blooming blood plum blossom.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Spirit Clan girl could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string.

With trembling hands, she gently wiped the blood from Ye Yunjian's lips, her movements so careful, as if she were handling a precious and fragile item.

Her eyes were red and swollen, but she still tried to force a smile, wanting to reassure him.

A warm touch came from her fingertips; it was the temperature of her palm, and also the temperature of her affection.

As the cheers subsided, everyone's eyes turned to the couple who had survived the ordeal, filled with envy or perhaps sadness.

Murong Feng also sheathed his longsword and strode over, inquiring about Ye Yunjian's injuries with concern. Gu Ying stood to the side, her eyes flashing with complex light, as if she were pondering something.

Elder Xuanfeng then began to arrange for everyone to treat the wounded, and everything seemed to be in good order.

However, just when everyone relaxed their vigilance and thought the crisis was over, the earth suddenly began to tremble violently.

The ground made a "crackling" sound, like a huge beast breathing, or like an ancient mechanism turning.

Huge cracks, like ferocious maws, spread rapidly across the ground, emitting deafening roars and kicking up dust, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Everyone stared in horror at the ever-widening cracks in the ground, as a powerful aura slowly rose from the depths of the earth.

The aura was ancient and powerful, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, as if some terrifying creature was about to break free from the earth.

"What's going on..." the Spirit Clan elder exclaimed, his wrinkles deepening.

"Boom!" Another loud noise rang out. Just then, the ground completely cracked open, and a huge black shadow emerged from the crack.

The cracks expanded menacingly, like a giant beast opening its blood-red maw, devouring all light.

A strong, earthy smell, mixed with a nauseating stench of decay, wafted up from the depths of the earth, assaulting everyone's sense of smell.

The ground was still trembling, each tremor like the heartbeat of a giant beast, striking everyone's nerves.

Fear spread like a plague, terror was written on everyone's face, and people gripped their weapons tighter until their knuckles turned white.