Seven Mysterious Spaces: My Rise to Power in the Cultivation World

Chapter 273 Breaking Through the Enemy Camp

Zhuang Yu's gaze swept over the carefully selected elites before him.

Their eyes held both the tension of about to go to the battlefield and the burning fighting spirit ignited by him.

The armor gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light, and every breath seemed to silently foreshadow the impending battle.

A faint smell of blood filled the air, a mark left by days of fighting.

He said in a deep voice, "In this battle, only victory is allowed, defeat is not an option!" His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a convincing power.

"We swear to follow our leader to the death!" the warriors shouted in unison, their voices shaking the ground slightly.

Zhuang Yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

The group, like a lurking giant python, silently blended into the night.

The night wind carried sand and gravel, which lashed against their armor, making a soft scraping sound.

Zhuang Yu walked at the front, his senses spreading outwards like a tide, and no movement could escape his notice.

Like ghosts, they moved through the enemy camp's weak points, dodging patrol after patrol.

The enemy's clamor grew closer, and their laughter could be faintly heard, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Zhuang Yu raised his right hand, and the team immediately stopped, everyone holding their breath and waiting for his instructions.

They had now reached their designated position, which was the weakest point in the enemy camp's defenses and the key to their surprise attack.

The tents ahead stood tall, with menacing flags hanging outside, fluttering in the night wind.

Whispers and rough laughter could be heard from inside the tent from time to time. They never imagined that someone would be so bold as to sneak directly into their territory.

"Okay, this is it," Zhuang Yu said in a low voice, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

The analysis over the past few days has proven effective; the enemy's defenses are riddled with weaknesses. However, it makes sense, as they believe they have the upper hand and naturally become complacent.

He turned to look at the soldiers behind him, and saw that they all had solemn expressions. A surge of pride welled up in Zhuang Yu's heart. He took a deep breath and was about to give the order to attack.

Suddenly, a jarring voice rang out in the quiet night: "Old Ghost, tell me, what benefits do you think we'll get this time?"

That voice is familiar; it's Old Zhang from the league, the cowardly and timid guy!

Zhuang Yu's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. He hadn't expected that this traitor would appear at such a time and be so close to them!

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, making a creaking sound.

"Kill!" Zhuang Yu roared, his voice like a thunderclap, shattering the tranquility of the night.

The hidden soldiers charged out like tigers descending a mountain, their swords gleaming coldly, rushing straight towards the unsuspecting enemy camp.

The sudden attack caught the evil forces off guard, and the once quiet camp was instantly turned into a battlefield.

The shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons mingled together, creating a deafening roar.

The tents were overturned, and flames shot into the sky, illuminating the soldiers' ferocious faces.

Zhuang Yu led from the front, like the Grim Reaper descending, each swing of his sword taking a life.

The longsword in his hand gleamed with a ghostly blue light, its sword energy crisscrossing, leaving enemies either dead or wounded wherever it passed.

His figure was elusive and swift as lightning; his enemies could not even see his movements before they fell to his sword.

"What are you yelling about? Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" A panicked voice rang out in the chaos, but it was quickly drowned out by the deafening shouts of battle.

The soldiers of the evil forces were terrified; they had never imagined that anyone would be so bold as to directly storm their lair.

Fear spread through the crowd, and they scattered in all directions, bumping around like headless flies.

"Damn it! Who is it?" a tall man roared, wielding a giant axe and hacking wildly at the Alliance warriors around him.

He was a general of the evil forces, and his strength was considerable. However, in front of Zhuang Yu, he was as vulnerable as an ant.

Zhuang Yu stared at him coldly, then flashed and appeared in front of him in an instant.

The longsword drew a graceful arc, and the man's head flew high into the air, blood gushing out and staining the earth red.

"A devil! He's a devil!" The enemies who witnessed this scene were terrified. They dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Zhuang Yu remained unmoved, his longsword still wielding relentlessly, reaping the lives of his enemies.

There was no pity in his eyes, only endless killing intent.

"The Alliance Leader is mighty!" The warriors of the alliance were in high spirits. They fought bravely and forced the enemy into a retreat.

Zhuang Yu stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his figure illuminated by the firelight, making him appear as awe-inspiring as a war god.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Ghost strategist, do you think this will stop me?"

Ghost Strategist's figure stood out conspicuously amidst the chaos. He tried to steady the situation, shouting loudly, "Don't panic! Everyone stay calm! Form the formation! Form the formation!" His voice was sharp and grating, as unpleasant as a broken gong.

He held a black staff with an ominous gem embedded in its head, and he waved it repeatedly, attempting to control the situation with sorcery.

However, his efforts seemed pale and powerless in the face of Zhuang Yu's absolute strength.

He activated his staff, and black energy waves shot towards the Alliance warriors like venomous snakes, but Zhuang Yu easily cut them off with a swing of his sword, and they dissipated into the air.

Cold sweat beaded on Gui Mou's forehead. He stared at Zhuang Yu in disbelief. The opponent's strength far exceeded his expectations, and every attack precisely struck his weakness.

"Hmph, a mere trick." Zhuang Yu sneered, his figure flashing like a ghost, instantly appearing in front of the strategist.

The longsword in his hand emitted a deafening buzz as he thrust it toward Gui Mou's chest.

Ghost Strategist's pupils contracted sharply. He quickly retreated, waving his staff at the same time, and a black shield appeared in front of him.

However, Zhuang Yu's longsword seemed to possess the power to shatter everything, instantly breaking through the shield and heading straight for Gui Mou's face.

"How is this possible!" Gui Mou stared wide-eyed in horror. He had never seen such power before; it was completely beyond his comprehension.

Zhuang Yu's offensive was relentless and overwhelming, leaving Gui Mou struggling to keep up. He used every trick in the book, employing all sorts of schemes and tricks, but in the face of Zhuang Yu's absolute strength, all of these efforts were in vain, making him look like a ridiculous clown.

Gui Mou's heart sank. His defeat was already beginning to show. He panicked. He realized that the man in front of him was an invincible devil.

Zhuang Yu gave him no chance to catch his breath. He led the warriors of the alliance like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the heart of the enemy.

They swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable force, utterly crushing the evil forces' defenses.

Zhuang Yu's figure reappeared in front of the leader of the evil forces. He was a burly man with a ferocious face, wielding a huge iron hammer and roaring as he smashed it down on Zhuang Yu.

The hammer whistled through the air, as if it were about to shatter the very fabric of space.

Zhuang Yu sneered. His figure disappeared just as the iron hammer was about to strike. The next moment, he appeared behind the leader, his long sword piercing through his back and exiting through his chest.

The leader's eyes widened.

The fall of the leader of the evil forces was like the last straw that broke the camel's back; the remaining enemies completely collapsed, throwing down their weapons and kneeling to beg for mercy.

"We won! We won!" The Alliance warriors roared with cheers that echoed across the entire battlefield, their joy and excitement overflowing.

They completely defeated the evil forces, and the spirit world finally saw the light again.

Zhuang Yu's figure was raised high; they regarded him as a hero, and his prestige reached its peak.

Zhuang Yu surveyed his surroundings. The battlefield was filled with smoke and littered with corpses. He slowly raised his longsword, its tip pointing straight to the sky, and whispered, "It's over."

The triumphant procession returned to the Spirit Realm City as dawn broke.

The city gates were already wide open, and the crowds lining the streets to welcome them stretched as far as the eye could see.

Flowers and ribbons rained down, and cheers were deafening, reaching the sky.

Zhuang Yu rode the tall spirit beast, bathed in sunlight and the admiring gazes of the people, as if he were in a dream.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of victory, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, which was refreshing and delightful.

The cheers surged into Zhuang Yu's ears like a tidal wave, making him feel dizzy, yet incredibly real.

He reached out and touched the falling ribbons; the silky smooth texture convinced him that this was not an illusion.

He saw a familiar figure in the crowd—Wang Yao, her eyes filled with tears, her face beaming with a happy smile.

A warm feeling welled up in Zhuang Yu's heart. This was his moment of glory, and also a moment of happiness that belonged to them both.

He turned over and quickly walked towards Wang Yao, pulling her tightly into his arms.

"We won," Zhuang Yu whispered in her ear, his voice trembling slightly.

"I know, you did it." Wang Yao's voice choked with emotion as she hugged Zhuang Yu tightly, as if trying to merge him into her own body.

At the celebration banquet, a dazzling array of fine wines and delicacies were laid out, and the atmosphere was filled with clinking glasses and constant laughter.

Zhuang Yu became a legend in the spirit world, and his name was sung by people again and again.

He savored this hard-won glory, his heart filled with joy and satisfaction.

However, just as he was basking in the joy of victory, the city lord led him to a secluded room.

There was an ancient stone tablet in the room, covered with strange runes.

The city lord pointed to the stone tablet and said solemnly, "Zhuang Yu, the true secret of the Spirit Realm lies here."

Looking at the runes on the stone tablet, Zhuang Yu suddenly felt a strange unease.

He reached out and gently touched the cold stone tablet, feeling a sharp pain in his fingertips, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

"What...what is this?" Zhuang Yu's voice trembled slightly.

The city lord took a deep breath and slowly said, "This is... the key to another world." As soon as he finished speaking, the runes on the stone tablet suddenly emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire room.

Within the light, a massive vortex slowly formed, emanating a chilling aura.

Zhuang Yu stared at the vortex before him, his heart filled with doubt and curiosity. An inexplicable force drew him in, and he involuntarily reached out his hand...

"No!" the city lord suddenly shouted, trying to stop Zhuang Yu, but it was too late.

The moment Zhuang Yu's hand touched the vortex, a powerful suction force engulfed him, and his figure vanished from the room instantly, leaving only the city lord's terrified expression and an unfinished sentence...

"That's not a place for you..."