I cultivate the Chaos Technique

On the eighth floor of the Heavenly Tower, as the light of the teleportation portal gradually faded, Zhang Yifan and the remaining disciples stood on a shattered plain.

This vast plain was riddled with cracks, as if it had been ravaged by countless battles. Broken stones were scattered everywhere, and a putrid smell permeated the air.

"This place... seems to have been torn apart by some force."

Lin Qingzhu frowned and looked around. Her tone was tinged with unease, and even the air seemed to be filled with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Ling Yunfeng's gaze was cold and stern. He slowly walked to a huge stone tablet. The tablet was covered with blurred runes, which seemed to have recorded some kind of mysterious history, but the erosion of time had almost erased the writing.

"This is... the remains of a former battlefield."

Ling Yunfeng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice,

"The trials on this level may be related to a great battle in the past. We must be more careful, as danger may be lurking anywhere."

What should we do next?

Zhang Yifan asked, his heart filled with unease. Although the plain seemed vast, his intuition told him that it was not as peaceful as it appeared.

"Keep moving forward and carefully observe your surroundings."

Ling Yunfeng gave the order, his expression still firm, but a hint of worry was also in his eyes.

After going through the trials of the previous levels, the team has been reduced to just a handful of people, and everyone's mental and physical strength are on the verge of their limits.

This layer seems to conceal some deeper level of trial.

No one dared to slack off, and they quickly set off into the distance. However, walking on this shattered land, every step they took seemed exceptionally difficult, as if an invisible force was hindering their progress.

"Why does the ground... feel heavier and heavier?"

Lin Qingzhu's voice trembled slightly. She could feel that with each step she took, the strength under her feet seemed to be drained away.

Zhang Yifan also noticed this. He squatted down and carefully examined the ground, discovering that the soil in the cracks faintly glowed with a black light, as if it carried some kind of cursed power.

"This land seems to be draining our strength."

Zhang Yifan frowned and stood up, looking at Ling Yunfeng.

"If we continue forward, I'm afraid our spiritual energy will be completely exhausted."

Ling Yunfeng remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed:

"Look, over there!"

Following his gaze, the group saw several dilapidated temples faintly rising at the edge of the distant plain.

Although those temples were dilapidated, they still stood firm amidst the swirling sandstorms, as if silently telling a story.

"That temple is likely the key to this level."

Ling Yunfeng calmly analyzed, "We must get there as soon as possible; perhaps we can find a way to break the curse on this land."

However, just as they were preparing to speed up, a violent tremor suddenly came from the ground.

Countless black wisps of mist spewed from the crack, and then tall figures emerged from the mist.

"This is……"

Zhang Yifan's eyes sharpened as he watched as the black figures gradually coalesced into giant phantom warriors.

Each warrior was clad in armor, wielding a massive blade, with a ferocious expression, but their bodies seemed to be composed of mist, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Phantom Warrior!"

Ling Yunfeng gave a low shout, and his longsword instantly flew out of its sheath. "Everyone be careful, these phantom warriors' attacks are extremely lethal!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the phantom warriors let out a silent roar in unison and charged towards the group with lightning speed. Their giant blades, accompanied by the sound of tearing through the air, were aimed directly at the faces of each person.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Yifan's eyes narrowed, and he quickly dodged an attack to the side, but there were too many phantom warriors, and they had almost nowhere to escape.

"Damn, so many!"

Lin Qingzhu narrowly avoided a slash, swinging her longsword horizontally. However, the blade passed through the Phantom Warrior's body without causing any real damage.

"Their bodies are not physical; we must use spiritual power to attack them!"

Ling Yunfeng's voice rang out, his sword wreathed in intense spiritual energy. With a single strike, he cleaved a phantom warrior in two.

Zhang Yifan's heart stirred, and he immediately activated his spiritual power. The sword energy in his hand transformed into a stream of light, piercing straight towards the phantom warrior in front of him.

As expected, this time the sword light pierced through the opponent's body. The Phantom Warrior let out a silent wail before turning into black mist and dissipating into the air.

"Don't linger in battle, break through immediately!"

Ling Yunfeng gave the order decisively. He knew that the number of these phantom warriors was endless, and if they lingered here for too long, the team's spiritual energy would be exhausted.

Upon hearing this, the group quickly adjusted their formation and rushed towards the temple.

The phantom warriors pursued relentlessly, constantly wielding their giant blades, but whenever Zhang Yifan and the others countered with their spiritual power, their bodies would dissipate into black mist.

However, as the number of Phantom Warriors increased, the team's progress became increasingly difficult.

The spiritual energy was being consumed very quickly, and everyone's movements became sluggish.

"Almost there! Hang in there!"

Ling Yunfeng shouted loudly, his forehead covered in cold sweat, clearly feeling immense pressure.

Just as they were only a few dozen meters away from the temple, suddenly, a huge phantom warrior materialized from the black mist.

This phantom warrior was even taller than the previous one, wielding a massive battle axe, its eyes flashing with a blood-red light, as if it possessed some kind of consciousness.

"This guy... is not simple!"

Zhang Yifan gripped his longsword tightly, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

The immense phantom warrior exuded a far greater aura than the other phantoms, clearly indicating that it was the leader of this level.

"Don't fight head-on! Go around them!"

Ling Yunfeng decisively gave the order, and the group quickly changed direction, attempting to bypass the giant phantom warrior from the flank.

However, the warrior seemed to have anticipated their actions. His massive battle axe swept across, creating a strong gust of wind that cleaved the ground in a deep crack.

Zhang Yifan's eyes narrowed, and he lightly touched the ground with his feet, leaping away to avoid the sweeping attack. However, Lin Qingzhu was slightly slower due to the exhaustion of her spiritual energy, and the battle axe was about to strike her body.

"Qingzhu! Watch out!"

Zhang Yifan had no time to think and quickly stepped in front of Lin Qingzhu, blocking with his longsword and attempting to use his spiritual power to withstand the attack.

"boom--!"

The immense force struck, and Zhang Yifan felt a sharp pain in his arm. He was sent flying by the force and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Zhang Yifan!" Lin Qingzhu exclaimed and rushed over to support him, but Zhang Yifan's face was already as pale as paper, clearly suffering from serious internal injuries.

"It's okay... Keep going!" Zhang Yifan said through gritted teeth, forcing himself to stand up, but his legs had almost lost all strength.

Just then, Ling Yunfeng rushed to the temple entrance. However, as he was about to push open the door, a huge recoil force suddenly came from behind the door, knocking him back several steps.

"There's a seal on this door!" Ling Yunfeng's expression changed as he carefully examined the patterns on the door. "We must remove this seal to enter the temple!"

"But time is running out, and there are more and more phantom warriors!" Lin Qingzhu said anxiously, glancing back to see that countless phantom warriors had already surrounded them.

"I'll hold them off!" A determined glint flashed in Zhang Yifan's eyes. Although he was seriously injured, he knew that only he could buy time.

"No! You were just seriously injured!" Lin Qingzhu said urgently.

"I can do it!" Zhang Yifan forced himself to stand firm, picked up his longsword, and prepared to fight the phantom warrior.

Ling Yunfeng pondered for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright, let's take this opportunity to break the seal. Qingzhu, you help me protect him."

Lin Qingzhu nodded, gripped her longsword tightly, and stood firmly beside Zhang Yifan.

While keeping a close eye on the seal on the door, Ling Yunfeng quickly channeled his spiritual power, trying to find a way to break it. However, the seal was clearly exceptionally complex, and each time his spiritual power touched it, it caused a violent rebound.

"The power of this seal... is so strong!" Fine beads of sweat appeared on Ling Yunfeng's forehead, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

At the same time, Zhang Yifan focused intently, and every time the phantom warrior approached, he would meet it head-on and defeat it with all his might.

However, these phantom warriors were not only numerous, but also incredibly powerful, and every touch made him feel threatened with his life.

"They won't stop..." Zhang Yifan gritted his teeth inwardly. Although his strength was limited, he had to persevere until Lingyun Peak broke the seal.

Time ticked by, and Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu continued their fierce battles with the Phantom Warriors, while Ling Yunfeng cautiously searched for a way to break the seal in front of the temple gate.

"This is..." A light suddenly flashed in Ling Yunfeng's eyes. His fingers moved quickly, and spiritual power surged into the seal on the door in a peculiar way.

As he moved, the light on the temple doors dimmed suddenly, as if obeying his control and gradually dissipating.

"Quick! The door is about to open!" Lin Qingzhu shouted as soon as she saw hope, her voice filled with anticipation and excitement.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifan was secretly delighted. It was as if all the power in his body had been re-infused, and every sword strike was so decisive and precise.

Just then, the last seal was completely broken, and the light in front of the temple gate suddenly shone brightly. The door hinges slowly opened, and an incomparably rich aura wafted out.

"Go in quickly!" Ling Yunfeng shouted, already sensing the mysterious power contained within that aura.

Without further hesitation, everyone rushed into the temple. The phantom warriors launched a fierce attack at the entrance, but their assault dissipated as the temple doors closed.

Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu stood inside the temple, unable to contain their joy. Although this level of the trial was fraught with difficulties, they had ultimately overcome the obstacles.

Ling Yunfeng, on the other hand, had a solemn expression as he looked around, observing the structure and environment of the temple.