Rebirth in Another World: The Ultimate Legend

Under the combined, ferocious attack of everyone, the dark vortex that had once resembled a monstrous beast baring its fangs and claws now trembled violently, like a flickering candle shivering in a gale. The surging, abyss-like dark power within it began to surge erratically, like an anthill being disturbed, and was no longer as terrifyingly oppressive as before.

The disdain on the black-robed man's face, which had previously looked as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant, was instantly replaced by shock as if struck by lightning and anger as if a powder keg had been ignited. His eyes, hidden beneath his black robe, widened like copper bells, staring intently at the crowd, thinking to himself, "How could these ant-like fellows be so troublesome? I thought I could easily crush them, but now it seems I underestimated them!" He knew that if he didn't act quickly to stop them, once this dark vortex was completely broken, he would be trapped in a desperate situation, surrounded by enemies on all sides. At that time, not only would he not be able to complete his great undertaking, but even his own life would be in danger.

Thinking of this, the black-robed man dared not slacken in the slightest. His hands moved like black lightning, dancing swiftly in the air like ghosts. As his fingers flew, he chanted incantations, the spells extremely obscure and difficult to understand, like mysterious whispers from the primordial chaos before creation. With his chanting, the dark power around him surged wildly, like an awakened demon. The black currents, like materialized dragons, coiled and swirled, seemingly about to devour the surrounding space, turning it into an eternal dark land. "Wrath of the Dark God, eternal damnation!" The black-robed man suddenly roared, his voice like a thunderclap, making everyone's eardrums ache. In an instant, from within the dark vortex, a colossal phantom of a dark god, as if climbing out from the deepest depths of hell, slowly emerged.

This demon god's form resembled a mountain range that blotted out the sky, emanating a chilling aura of evil. A tangible black mist swirled around it, inspiring awe and fear. In its hand, as large as a door panel, it gripped a gleaming black axe, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens. With each movement, the axe, imbued with a power capable of destroying stars and shattering mountains and rivers, was raised high before crashing down upon the group. Where the axe struck, space itself shattered like fragile paper, leaving massive black cracks like the gaping maws of a ferocious beast, radiating an endless aura of death, ready to devour them mercilessly.

Seeing this, Lin Yu felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. He clearly sensed the terrifying power contained in this attack and realized that if he couldn't defend with all his might, everyone would suffer heavy casualties and die on the spot. His eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's, and without hesitation, he unleashed the power of his "Light Guardian Domain" to its limit, shining like a blazing sun. At the same time, he shouted hoarsely to everyone, "Everyone, stay calm! Don't panic! This is a matter of life and death, so concentrate your strength to defend!" His voice, like a resounding bell, pierced through the chaotic energy storm and reached everyone's ears.

On Su Yao's side, the "Ice Crystal Guardian Barrier" she had poured all her energy into was already riddled with holes from the relentless attacks, resembling a worn-out suit of armor. Cracks on the ice wall were as dense as a spiderweb, and the runes' light had become dim and faint. But Su Yao's stubborn spirit seemed to be fully ignited at this moment. She gritted her teeth, drawing blood from her lower lip, and forcefully mobilized the last bit of ice-elemental spiritual power within her body, attempting a final struggle to reinforce the crumbling ice wall. She rapidly formed hand seals, chanting incantations as if communicating with ice spirits: "Ice essence, gather here, strengthen the barrier, resist evil!" As she chanted, the runes on the ice wall, which had seemed dormant, began to shine again with difficulty, but compared to before, this light was like a candle flickering in the wind, slightly dim, as if it could be extinguished at any moment. Su Yao prayed silently, "God, please let this ice wall hold on a little longer. Everyone's lives are tied to it."

Seeing the increasingly tenacious defenses of the group, the black-robed man grew increasingly anxious. He knew this was a matter of life and death, allowing no room for error. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed his dark power like a burst dam, pouring it relentlessly into the "Dark Spike Fortress." The spikes, already resembling black fangs, seemed to sense their master's desperate will, growing wildly, instantly becoming thicker and sharper, as if capable of piercing steel. The dark runes on the spikes, like pairs of eerie eyes, gleamed with a ghostly light, seemingly echoing and resisting the world-destroying power of the Dark God, attempting to create a final line of defense for the black-robed man. The black-robed man silently encouraged himself: "I must hold on! If I can withstand this attack, they will be powerless to retaliate!"

The Valley Master of Qingfeng Valley, with his flowing white hair, resembled an immortal descending to earth, yet his face was now as solemn as frost. He knew the heavy responsibility he bore, and took a deep breath, as if absorbing the righteous energy of heaven and earth, elevating his own righteous energy to an unprecedented peak. The golden longsword in his hand seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit, its light blazing brightly, like the rising sun. He unleashed Qingfeng Valley's ultimate technique, "Qingfeng Righteous Heavenly Shield - Ascension," and in an instant, the golden shield seemed to receive divine blessing, expanding several times over, becoming a colossal shield capable of blotting out the sky. The ancient runes on it seemed to be infused with life, constantly moving and flashing, emitting an even more dazzling light, as if capable of dispelling all darkness in the world, attempting to use this indestructible defense to withstand the fatal blow of the Dark Demon God. The Valley Master of Qingfeng Valley's gaze was unwavering, his heart thinking: "Today, even if it costs me my life, I will absolutely not let this demon succeed and disrupt the peace of the world."

With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the entire world seemed to tremble. The giant black axe, imbued with boundless dark power, slammed down upon the defenses that everyone had painstakingly constructed. In an instant, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by an irresistible force, emitting a deafening roar. Light and darkness, like two warring armies, intertwined and collided, unleashing energy waves as powerful as a tsunami, which spread wildly in all directions. The ground, as fragile as tofu, instantly collapsed, creating a crater as deep as an abyss. The surrounding rocks, like ants caught in a storm, turned to dust and scattered by the wind.

Lin Yu and the others were shaken by the immense, primordial force, their blood churning as if a million tiny insects were gnawing at their bodies. Su Yao, ultimately exhausted of her spiritual energy, could no longer hold on and coughed up a mouthful of blood. The crimson blood, like a poignant flower, instantly stained the shattered ice wall before her. The black-robed man also failed to escape unscathed. He groaned, his body swaying like a scarecrow in a storm. Under this world-destroying attack, most of the "Dark Spike Fortress" spikes shattered like broken arrows, collapsing into a pile of black debris. The Valley Master of Qingfeng Valley was ashen-faced, as if recovering from a serious illness. His golden longsword nearly slipped from his grasp. The "Qingfeng Vast Heavenly Shield" dimmed, like a flickering flame, teetering on the verge of losing its protective power.

However, their desperate efforts were not in vain. The phantom of the dark god, seemingly capable of controlling life and death, miraculously showed signs of dissipating after the violent collision, akin to the clash of stars, like morning mist dispersed by sunlight. Seeing this, the black-robed man felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart. In his desperation, he disregarded everything else, knowing he had no way out, and decided to fight with his last ounce of strength in a final, desperate struggle.

Then, like a crazed gambler, the black-robed man recklessly poured his soul power, like a burning flame of life, into the dark vortex. In an instant, the dark vortex seemed to be injected with a powerful stimulant, its light intensifying, and it reformed into an even more powerful phantom of a dark demon god, seemingly capable of controlling the universe. The evil aura emanating from this demon god was like tangible black smoke, growing increasingly thick and pungent, almost suffocating everyone. The giant axe in its hand, resembling the scythe of death, was once again raised high, slowly cleaving down towards the crowd. With each strike, the surrounding air seemed unable to withstand the pressure, cracking and splintering as if the end of the world was imminent.

Lin Yu gazed at the dark demon god, who was attacking once more like a summons from the Grim Reaper, and a resolute determination surged within him, burning like a raging fire. He knew that if he didn't use his final move, everyone would perish under the demon god's axe. He took a deep breath, as if drawing in all the courage in the world, forcibly suppressing the boiling blood within him, and concentrating all his spiritual power, his steely will, and all his lifelong understanding of the sword into the seemingly sentient sword in his hand. "Light Judgment Storm - Final Chapter!" Lin Yu roared like a crazed war god, his voice seemingly capable of piercing through the deepest hell. In an instant, a storm of light, even more dazzling than before, seemingly capable of illuminating the entire universe, erupted from the sword like a heaven-cleaving blade. This storm seemed to contain the purest power of light in the world, carrying the supreme will to purify all evil, and swept towards the dark demon god like a surging tide.

The storm of light clashed with the giant axe of the dark demon god, and time seemed to stand still, as if the entire world held its breath. Light and darkness, like two equally matched giants, locked in a stalemate, their forces like mad beasts frantically vying for dominance. Space was torn apart by these two forces that seemed capable of ripping apart heaven and earth, black cracks intertwined with white light, presenting a bizarre and awe-inspiring abstract painting before everyone's eyes.

As time passed, as if dawn were finally dispelling the darkness, the storm of light gradually gained the upper hand, and the phantom of the Dark God began to dissipate little by little, like ice and snow slowly melting under the warm spring sun. The man in black robes watched helplessly as his last hope was shattered, his face showing despair and resentment, like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, letting out a silent roar. He never imagined that his meticulously planned and seemingly insurmountable situation would be completely shattered by this group's tenacious will and desperate resistance…