A Fantasy Love Story Across the Warring States Period

Chapter 362 A desperate battle, the first glimmer of hope

The black flames spewed from the black-faced dragon swept across the land like a surging tide, twisting and deforming the space in their wake as if an invisible giant hand were arbitrarily kneading it. The flames exuded a chilling aura, as if they could reduce everything in the world to nothingness.

Huanmo stared at the oncoming flames, his heart feeling as if gripped by an invisible hand. "Are we really going to perish here?" Fear surged through his body like a cold electric current, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. "No, we can't give up like this! Everyone's still here, we still have a chance!" He kept encouraging himself, a determined light rekindling in his eyes.

Yi Chen planted the broken spear into the ground to steady himself, even though the intense heat of the black flames stung his skin. "Come on, you beast!" he roared, trying to dispel the fear in his heart. However, looking at the overwhelming flames, a bitter smile crept into his eyes. "This may be our last battle, but I will never regret fighting alongside you to the very end."

The woman in white's hands trembled slightly. She bit her lip until it bled. "I can't die, I can't die here..." Her voice trembled, but more than that, it was filled with an intense desire to survive. She waved the tattered ribbon, trying to use her meager strength to fend off the approaching flames.

The mysterious figure took a deep breath. Despite the excruciating pain from his injuries, he forced himself to move, his hands rapidly forming hand seals. "This might be the last resort. I hope it works," he muttered to himself, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Just as the flames were about to engulf everyone, the mysterious figure completed a hand seal, and a golden barrier instantly appeared before them. Runes flickered on the barrier, emitting a soft yet resolute light, barely withstanding the impact of the black flames. However, the power of the black flames was too great; under the erosion of the flames, cracks quickly appeared on the barrier.

Huanmo was frantic as he watched the precarious barrier crumble. Suddenly, he remembered the resonance between the artifact and the surrounding dark elements, and a flash of inspiration struck him. "Perhaps I can draw upon the power of this black flame!" He disregarded everything else, focusing all his attention on trying to guide the artifact to establish a connection with the dark elements within the black flame.

The artifact trembled slightly in Huanmo's hand, its light flickering as if it were struggling to communicate with the dark elements. With Huanmo's efforts, some of the dark elements within the black flames began to be attracted to the artifact, gradually detaching from the flames and swirling around it.

"Hold on, everyone! I'm almost there!" Huanmo shouted, increasing the speed of her guidance. Yichen, the woman in white, and the mysterious figure all exerted their utmost to maintain their defenses, buying time for Huanmo.

With everyone's persistence, Huanmo finally succeeded in drawing in a large amount of dark elements. He fused these dark elements with the power of the divine artifact, and then hurled the artifact towards the black-faced dragon. The artifact, carrying swirling dark elements, shot straight towards the black-faced dragon like a black meteor.

The black, human-faced dragon seemed to sense the danger; it stopped spewing flames and attempted to evade the artifact's attack. However, the artifact seemed to have locked onto it, relentlessly pursuing it. Finally, the artifact struck the black, human-faced dragon's body.

After a deafening roar, the black, human-faced dragon let out a painful howl. The dark element carried by the artifact clashed with its own dark power, triggering a violent explosion within its body. Its body began to tremble violently, its black scales fell off one by one, and blood rained down.

Huanmo and the others watched this scene with delight, their hopes rekindled. "We did it!" Yichen shouted excitedly. A long-lost smile also appeared on the white-clad woman's face, though the smile still carried fatigue and tension. The mysterious figure nodded slightly and said, "We can't let our guard down yet; it may still have the power to retaliate."

As expected, after a brief period of agony, the black, human-faced dragon raised its head again. Its eyes were filled with rage and murderous intent, and the dark power around its body began to surge wildly. It spread its enormous wings, and a powerful dark storm swept towards the group.

This dark storm was far more powerful than the previous black flames. Wherever it passed, a thick layer of dust was kicked up, and the surrounding boulders were instantly pulverized. Huanmo and the others felt an immense pressure bearing down on them, almost suffocating them.

"Everyone, concentrate your strength and resist together!" Huanmo shouted. The group once again gathered their power, forming a shield that mixed gold, blue, and white light, attempting to withstand the impact of the dark storm.

The shield trembled violently in the dark storm, its light flickering incessantly, as if it might shatter at any moment. Huanmo gritted his teeth, desperately trying to maintain the shield's stability, constantly praying that he could hold on.

In this life-or-death moment, can Huanmo and the others withstand the final, frenzied counterattack of the black-faced dragon? Can they completely defeat this powerful dark creature and escape danger? And after this battle, will new crises await them? Everything remains uncertain, and the scales of fate continue to tip...