Why did you provoke her? Even Heaven itself is afraid of her.

Ling Yun used his spiritual energy to draw talismans, one after another, which went in all directions.

These runes shone with a blinding light, and the air seemed to be sliced ​​open by a sharp blade, making a hissing sound.

Ling Yun's eyes were cold and stern as he released the last rune.

The scattered runes strangely connected in the air, quickly outlining a huge sealing array.

Once the magic array was completed, it shone brightly, like a golden sun descending from the sky, illuminating the surrounding mountains and rivers.

As the runes flowed, ancient chanting could be faintly heard, exuding an aura of inviolable majesty.

The shadowy figure was greatly alarmed upon seeing this.

Just as he was about to take a gamble.

Suddenly, Ling Yun swung his longsword at him.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, carrying an indomitable momentum. Wherever it passed, the space trembled, as if it would split the world in two.

The shadowy figure was terrified and dodged the fierce attack with a swift movement. But before he could recover, Ling Yun had already closed in.

The dark figure darted away quickly.

But Lingyun seemed to have anticipated this, and had anticipated his actions in advance. With a single sword stroke, he sliced ​​through the shadowy figure's arm, instantly drawing blood.

The shadowy figure winced in pain, letting out a roar as it glared venomously at Ling Yun.

His eyes seemed to want to devour her alive.

"Want to take a healing pill? Did you ask me first?"

The dark figure, enduring excruciating pain, secretly took out a pill from his pocket, intending to take it while he was away.

The result did not escape Ling Yun's notice.

A burst of spiritual energy struck the shadowy figure's hand directly, instantly shattering the pill into dust.

The shadowy figure stared at the powdered pills, his eyes filled with despair and rage.

He knew all too well that his situation was becoming increasingly difficult, and that every passing moment was pushing him toward the abyss of death.

"You, damn it."

The shadowy figure roared, its voice distorted by pain and hatred.

Ling Yun remained unmoved, the coldness in his eyes suggesting he wanted to kill him on the spot.

The longsword in Ling Yun's hand emitted a series of sword cries, as if telling the dark figure that there was nowhere to escape.

Then, Ling Yun suddenly flashed forward, closing in on the shadowy figure with lightning speed.

The sword strikes were fierce, like a raging storm, giving the shadowy figure no chance to catch his breath.

The dark figure was forced to retreat repeatedly, stumbled, and almost fell.

In his panic, he seemed to have remembered something else.

He gritted his teeth and, ignoring his injuries, forced himself to gather his energy, rapidly forming hand seals in front of him.

In an instant, the black aura around him surged wildly, threatening to devour everything around him.

In an instant, the surrounding space was plunged into complete darkness.

However, before the shadowy figure could make its next move, Ling Yun swung his longsword, sword energy swirling around it, instantly severing the surrounding black mist once again.

"I told you, you can't escape."

Ling Yun's voice was cold and hard as ice, echoing in the dark space, revealing an unquestionable certainty.

The shadowy figure felt a chill in his heart, but he was unwilling to give up.

Ling Yun had lost patience to continue this charade.

Then, the shadowy figure noticed that the spiritual energy around them was a bit off.

As if summoned by something, it began to surge wildly.

Then, he saw the spiritual energy around him visibly swirling around Ling Yun.

A huge sense of unease welled up inside me.

I felt an unprecedented fear for no reason.

"What...what exactly do you want to do?"

The shadowy figure stared wide-eyed at Ling Yun.

It felt like an invisible hand was gripping his throat, and he managed to squeeze out a few dry words.

Ling Yun ignored his question.

She had her eyes tightly closed, her face cold and stern, and her long sword stood straight in front of her.

The sword hummed, as if resonating with the spiritual energy surging between heaven and earth.

As spiritual energy continued to gather, a violent vortex of spiritual power swirled around Lingyun.

Lingyun's hair danced wildly in the wind, her clothes fluttered in the breeze, and she seemed to be enveloped in a storm of spiritual energy.

A bead of cold sweat dripped from the dark figure's forehead.

"No matter what tricks you have up your sleeve, I will never sit idly by and wait to die!"

The shadowy figure roared, mustering its last bit of strength, and forcefully pushed all the dark power within its body toward Ling Yun.

Upon hearing this, Ling Yun opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.

They observed the shadowy figure's actions.

In her view, the dark figure was nothing more than a dying struggle.

He swung his longsword with overwhelming spiritual energy gathered around him.

This sword strike was like a heaven-splitting sword, carrying boundless pressure.

The dark figure was jolted backward by the impact, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

He stared in horror at everything before him, his eyes filled with despair.

Only at this moment did he clearly feel the approach of death.

At this moment, he was powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as Ling Yun approached him step by step.

Those icy eyes were like the gaze of death, making his very soul tremble.

Ling Yun stared at the shadowy figure, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

He then raised his longsword, its blade surging with spiritual energy and gleaming brightly, aiming it directly at the shadowy figure's throat.

"and many more."

At the critical moment, the dark figure widened its eyes and exclaimed in terror.

The longsword came right up to the shadowy figure's neck, and blood seeped out.

Large beads of sweat rolled down the dark figure's forehead, his eyes were full of pleading, and his voice trembled violently.

"You, you can't kill me! Don't you want to know who I am? Don't you want to know why I'm here?"

As the shadowy figure spoke, he carefully observed Ling Yun's expression.

However, he was disappointed.

Ling Yun's face remained completely unmoved upon hearing this.

Ling Yun's eyes remained cold and stern, his long sword in his hand as steady as Mount Tai, the tip of the sword pressed against the neck of the dark figure, a mere flick of the wrist would be enough to take his life.

"You really don't want to know?"

The shadowy figure pressed on, unwilling to give up. He couldn't believe Ling Yun didn't want to know at all.

Otherwise, how could she have gotten in here?

"If I wanted to know, I would know. Are there any last words?"

Ling Yun's voice was cold and hard, devoid of any warmth, as if life and death in this world were nothing more than ordinary decisions to her.

The shadowy figure hadn't expected her to react this way.

"you......"

Well!

Without giving the shadowy figure a chance to speak further, Ling Yun gripped his longsword and, without hesitation, slashed the figure's neck, ending his life.

The shadowy figure stared wide-eyed, then collapsed to the ground, dead with its eyes wide open.

However, the shadowy figure fell.

The area outside the box then returned to calm.

Mo Yu and the others exchanged glances.

"Why did you stop suddenly?"

Long Xiu asked in confusion.

"It must be my sister who succeeded."

Mo Yu explained, but he still looked worried in the direction of the box.

"Then why didn't Master come out?"

Long Xiu also became worried.

Mo Yu didn't answer him again; he was also curious as to why Ling Yun hadn't appeared.