Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

Without warning, Garan suddenly sprang up.

Her figure moved swiftly like a ghost, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch her.

A bow and arrow emitting a faint glow appeared in his hand without him noticing. The bow was covered with mysterious runes, exuding an aura of immortality. Each rune seemed to be telling of an ancient and powerful force.

These runes shimmered with a faint blue light, like stars twinkling in the night sky, or perhaps concealing endless mysteries.

Her movements were fluid and seamless: drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, aiming—in the blink of an eye, a sharp arrow gleaming with a cold light shot towards Su Ming.

The arrow pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, like the shriek of death, echoing in the empty palace and sending chills down one's spine.

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply, but he remained completely calm in the face of this sudden attack.

Years of adventure experience have enabled him to remain calm in the face of danger. He quickly circulated his spiritual power, and in an instant, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation unfolded around him.

Four celestial swords, radiating a chilling aura, appeared out of thin air. Their blades shimmered with blue, red, purple, and yellow light, weaving together a magnificent yet dangerous sword net.

These four immortal swords seemed to possess a spirit, dancing gracefully around Su Ming. Each sword exuded a powerful aura that made people afraid to look directly at them.

"Clang!" The arrow struck the sword formation, producing a loud bang and sparks flying everywhere.

The powerful impact caused Su Ming to take a slight half-step back, but he quickly regained his balance, his eyes revealing determination and confidence.

He knew all too well that in this battle, any moment of panic could have fatal consequences.

Seeing this, Hongying, Afeng, and the others also entered battle mode.

Hongying rapidly formed hand seals while chanting incantations. Clusters of blazing flames gathered in her palms, flickering and reflecting on her tense yet determined face.

Her eyes burned with fighting spirit. Although she was filled with fear, she knew that she could not back down at this moment.

Ah Feng drew his longsword from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly. His arm trembled slightly, both from nervousness and anticipation for the upcoming battle.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing, and prepared for this life-or-death battle.

Upon seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Jialan's eyes, but she did not back down in the slightest.

She drew her bow again, and several more arrows were fired in succession, raining down on Su Ming and the others like a storm.

Su Ming manipulated the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, the immortal swords spinning rapidly in the air, blocking the incoming arrows one by one.

Each collision unleashed a powerful energy surge, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Sparks from the collision of energies filled the air, resembling a dazzling fireworks display, yet concealing a deadly danger.

The battle intensified, and Galan's attacks became increasingly fierce. Her eyes burned with furious flames, as if Su Ming and the others were her irreconcilable enemies.

Although her memories were hazy, the intense hostility drove her to keep attacking.

Su Ming, relying on the powerful Zhuxian Sword Formation, steadily withstood Jialan's attacks.

His gaze was calm and focused, constantly searching for Garan's weaknesses.

He knew that this battle was not only for himself, but also for the safety of the world.

"Everyone be careful, her attacks are getting stronger!" Su Ming shouted.

His voice sounded particularly firm amidst the fierce fighting, bringing a sense of reassurance to everyone.

His voice, like a booming bell, echoed throughout the palace, allowing his teammates to feel his strength and determination.

Hongying took a deep breath, condensed the flames in her hand into a huge fireball, and threw it towards Jialan.

The fireball traced an arc through the air, carrying a wave of heat that seemed poised to ignite everything around it.

The air was thick with heat, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Garan sidestepped, easily avoiding the fireball.

The fireball landed on the ground, causing a small explosion and sending dust flying.

The force of the explosion cracked the surrounding stone slabs, demonstrating the immense power of the fireball.

Taking advantage of the moment when Jialan dodged the fireballs, Ah Feng charged forward, brandishing his longsword.

His swordsmanship was fierce, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound, attempting to leave wounds on Garan.

His eyes were full of fighting spirit; although he was afraid, he still forged ahead.

With agile movements, Jialan weaved through Afeng's sword shadows like a phantom, easily dodging his attacks.

Her movements were light and agile, as if she were not bound by gravity.

Seizing the opportunity, Su Ming manipulated the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation to launch a fierce counterattack.

The four immortal swords were drawn simultaneously, like four agile dragons, rushing towards Jialan.

Wherever the sword went, the air was torn apart, producing a sharp sound.

Feeling a great threat, Garan quickly fired several arrows in an attempt to block the attack of the immortal sword.

However, the power of the sword was too great, and the arrows were shattered one by one.

The shattered arrows scattered like snowflakes, making a crisp sound on the ground.

Under Su Ming's all-out attack, Garan gradually fell into a predicament.

Several shallow wounds appeared on her body, and blood seeped from them, staining her white robe red.

Her breathing became rapid, and a hint of panic appeared in her eyes.

She had never encountered such a powerful opponent, and a sense of fear began to rise in her heart.

"Enough!" Su Ming suddenly shouted, stopping his attack.

His voice echoed in the palace with unquestionable majesty.

He knew that if things continued like this, it would only result in mutual destruction, and they had a more important mission.

Garan also stopped attacking. She was panting heavily and looked at Su Ming with a wary gaze.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Her voice was tinged with weariness and confusion.

Her eyes were filled with confusion as she tried to find the answer in Su Ming's reply.

Su Ming slowly put away the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and his eyes softened.

“Galan, we mean no harm.”

"We came here to find a way to break the seal on the ghost city. We heard that you know its secrets, so we came here." His voice was sincere and earnest, trying to make Garan lower his guard.

Garan frowned, the wariness in his eyes not completely gone.

"Break the seal on the Ghost City? Why are you doing this? This is no simple matter; a slight misstep could trigger a massive disaster." Her voice carried a hint of worry. She knew the importance of the Ghost City's seal and understood the dangers involved.

Su Ming sighed, a hint of worry in his eyes.

We know the dangers, but we have no other choice.

The seal on the ghost town is loosening, and evil forces within are gradually spreading.

"If the seal isn't broken in time and these evil forces aren't resealed, the entire world will be in danger." His voice was heavy and firm, each word carrying immense weight.