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Chapter 222 Using every means to meet the enemy head-on, a single sword strike silences the foe [Two-in-One]

As the three twisted "Holy Spring Guardians" approached, the tattered humanoid skin completely fell off.

Inside the dry well, the cramped space was instantly filled with a nauseating, fishy smell.

The thick blood vessels on the purplish-black mass of flesh writhed like living snakes, and several sharp tentacles covered in mucus tore through the air with a foul, piercing sound as they plunged into the depths of the well.

The rubble, propelled by the violent force, scattered in all directions, like a torrential downpour announcing death.

"Hold on!"

Tang Hao's voice was like ice hitting the ground.

His hands suddenly clasped together, and a dense cloud of black and gold light surged forth from Feng Bohan and Ji Liang's bodies.

Countless specks of light spun rapidly in front of him, forming a miniature yet profound vortex—a rift passage leading to the Nightmare Realm was being forcibly opened by him.

The immense suction force simultaneously drained the power from the two Nightmare Servants, causing their auras to visibly decline.

The man and the horse were momentarily distracted, and their legs gave way, nearly causing them to fall flat on their faces before they could even get to the top.

Upon a moment's thought, Feng Bohan realized that what his master had drawn was not his magical power.

Rather, it is the primordial power formed after the Nightmare Butterfly merges with itself.

He smiled bitterly to himself. The longer this battle went on, the weaker he would become. It seemed that he would have to use his real skills when he made a move.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Bohan, having already entered the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, suddenly unleashed his aura after becoming the Nightmare Servant.

He shouted, "My lord, give me a deadline!"

With a clang, he summoned a top-grade spiritual weapon with both wind and fire attributes from his storage pouch.

This was a treasure that Tang Hao bestowed upon him before his departure.

He was especially grateful at this moment that he had obediently engraved the divine imprint first.

Otherwise, how could they be controlled at this time?
The longsword in his hand rang out clearly, and the blue and red light surged instantly.

"[Whirlwind Spreads Like Wildfire] Begins!"

With a sweep of sword light, a huge ring of fire was drawn.

The wind fanned the flames, and the blazing wall of fire exploded with a deafening roar in the narrow space at the bottom of the well.

The wall of fire not only contained the power of burning, but also spun at high speed due to the wind-attribute longsword, crashing into the two monsters charging at the front with tremendous centrifugal force.

"Chi chi chi——"

The flames touched the "Holy Spring Guardian's" purplish-black body, producing a piercing burning sound.

The pervasive, gloomy aura seemed to have been somewhat suppressed.

The monster let out an even sharper hiss, and its charge faltered.

But the filthy slime was also corroding the flames, consuming Feng Bohan's already rapidly depleting magical power.

Tang Hao glanced at the battle situation; the attack had been quite effective.

But he also understood that Feng Bohan probably couldn't unleash an attack of similar intensity more than a few times.

After quickly calculating in his mind, he said firmly, "I must hold on for half an incense stick's time!"

Half an incense stick?
Feng Bohan sighed and frantically channeled his magic power to maintain the wall of fire.

Let’s fight!

At the same time, Shenma Jiliang let out a thunderous neigh.

"Neigh—"

The innate spell [Crimson Flame Wind Walk] is activated at full power.

It stomped its four hooves, but not on solid ground; instead, it stepped on the invisible ripples that were vibrating in the void.

Golden-red flames burst forth from beneath its hooves, instantly engulfing its entire body.

Instead of directly confronting what was in front of it, Ji Liang transformed into a crimson hurricane within the narrow space.

It boasts unparalleled speed and the ability of the Nightmare Servant to switch between reality and illusion.

They zigzag around their own base at high speed.

Each time, it only brushed past the edge of the tentacles or the filthy light.

The burning hooves were in the air, leaving behind a brief, golden-red trail of fire.

These fire marks intertwined into a net, precisely striking the tips of the tentacles shot at tricky angles by the third guard.

"Boom boom boom!"

Flames collided and exploded with the energy of filth.

Ji Liang's mane flew wildly in the blast wave.

Even though its body was shaken slightly, it once again rode the wind and stubbornly stood to Tang Hao's side.

With each impact, its pure white and majestic figure seemed to dim a little.

The powerful physical body bestowed by bloodline is also subject to continuous exploitation and pollution.

The pressure on the battle group was not alleviated as a result.

The two guards, blocked by walls of flame, suddenly exploded with slime from one of their bodies, forming a foul, toxic mist that covered the bottom of the well, emitting a pungent stench.

Ignoring the burns from the flames, the purplish-black mass of flesh suddenly split open, revealing several mouthparts covered with sharp teeth.

An invisible, soul-shaking shriek burst forth from within.

"Humph!"

Despite the churning in his internal organs and the excruciating pain from his wounds, Feng Mingyang's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Although he can only use the strength of the mid-stage Core Formation at this moment, his foundation as a Nascent Soul cultivator is still intact.

With difficulty, he formed an ancient hand seal with his left hand – the opening move of the Thousand Butterfly Soul-Guiding Scripture, [Spirit Butterfly Guiding].

It was not about activating the large-scale secret technique "Thousand Butterflies Summoning Souls," which required the butterfly-patterned porcelain pillow.

Instead, he forcibly extracted his remaining divine consciousness, compressed it instantly, and condensed it at his fingertips.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound.

It resounded amidst the filthy shrieks and the roar of flames.

This snap of the fingers contained a terrifying shockwave that targeted the soul.

The moment it was fired, it transformed into a powerful sonic wave.

hum-

Visible air ripples spread out.

The two guards directly in front, spewing foul, poisonous mist and emitting piercing screams, suddenly froze.

The shrieks emanating from their mouthparts were forcibly interrupted, as if an invisible hand had choked them, and the flow of their foul energy was momentarily sluggish.

The spread of the toxic fog was halted.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Feng Bohan unleashed his power once again.

"[Swift Wind - Breaking Army] Thrust!"

His figure transformed into a faint crimson light, merging into the flowing light of the wind and fire longsword in his hand.

It turned out to be a unique kind of "man and sword as one".

In an instant, like a meteor tearing through the darkness, it pierced straight into the core flesh of the "Holy Spring Guardian" that was emitting a shriek!
The longsword shone brightly with blue and red light, and the wind pressure gathered at its tip was like a drill, while the flames burned and purified the filth along the way.

"Pfft!" There was a muffled sound.

The longsword pierced deep into the flesh, and the power of wind and fire poured in wildly.

The "Guardian of the Holy Spring" let out an extremely shrill scream.

Its massive body convulsed violently, gushing out a dark green, foul-smelling liquid.

Having landed a successful blow, Feng Bohan did not linger in the fight. With a flash of his sword, he withdrew swiftly.

But just as he drew his sword and left...

A tentacle, hidden deep within and even darker in color, darted out from the side like a venomous snake.

It stabbed him in the back at an extremely tricky angle.

"careful!"

Feng Mingyang was unaware of the Nightmare Servant's immortality and was furious upon seeing this, but he had no strength left to cast another secret technique.

At this critical moment.

That crimson whirlwind that had been swirling and weaving around Tang Hao like a phantom—the Divine Horse Jiliang.

With incredible speed and angle, it suddenly rammed to the side.

"boom!"

Its side, burning with golden-red flames, slammed into the side of that deadly tentacle.

The immense impact swerved the tentacles, tearing them with a sharp "rip" as they narrowly missed Feng Bohan's sleeve, grazing his body.

Ji Liang was knocked back by the huge recoil force.

The flames on its body suddenly dimmed, and the muffled thuds of its hooves hitting the ground showed the enormous impact it had endured.

"Little Ji!"

Feng Bohan was both shocked and furious.

"Hold on! The passage will open!"

Tang Hao's voice was like a stabilizing force.

The veins on his forehead were bulging, clearly indicating that maintaining the fissure channel required immense mental effort.

"hiss--"

Meanwhile, the "Holy Spring Guardian" finally broke free from the sonic boom interference.

Several tentacles, like long whips, swept wildly towards Feng Bohan, whose mana was severely depleted and whose aura had plummeted to the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Ji Liang wanted to come to the rescue, but the backlash from the previous collision and the loss of power slowed him down.

It looked like Feng Bohan was about to be torn apart by the tentacles.

A resolute and ruthless light suddenly flashed in Feng Mingyang's eyes, who had been sitting cross-legged.

"Buzz!"

He forcibly burned a wisp of nascent soul essence in his dantian and poured it into an artifact in his dantian.

That was not his natal treasure, but a top-grade magic weapon he had treasured for many years, which originated from his early training: the Mystic Ice Mirror.

The treasures that Feng Mingyang usually used were all tainted in the previous battle and could not be activated for the time being.

This [Mystic Ice Mirror] was on the verge of complete destruction, but it was thus spared from disaster, and he now used it in a desperate gamble.

"broken!"

With a roar squeezed from his throat, the [Mystic Ice Mirror] burst forth with a blinding cold light, and its surface was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

A highly condensed beam of light, carrying a chilling aura, shot out.

It pierced straight at the very center of the "Holy Spring Guardian" that lunged at Feng Bohan.

"Crack—Pfft!"

The mirror beam struck the monster's core with pinpoint accuracy.

The extremely concentrated cold air erupted, instantly freezing half of the fleshy mass.

At the same time, the [Mystic Ice Mirror] shattered completely into countless ice shards.

Feng Mingyang felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with a few ice crystals.

His aura instantly weakened to the extreme, and the black substance in the wound on his left shoulder became active again.

The frozen "Holy Spring Guardian" is stiff and motionless.

Feng Bohan escaped death by a stroke of good fortune!
【Wildfire Wind Wall - Burying the Sword】

He suddenly plunged the Wind and Fire Longsword, which already had fine cracks, into the ground beneath his feet.

"Boom!"

Centered on the sword, violent wind and fire power exploded wildly in all directions.

It was no longer a rotating wall of fire, but an instantaneous, inwardly compressed, violently exploding barrier of wind and fire energy.

The shattered sword energy, carrying flames that could incinerate everything, instantly engulfed the frozen monster and temporarily halted the advance of the other two.

However... the price is heavy; this is already the limit of overdraft.

The longsword stuck in the ground let out a mournful cry, cracks spread rapidly, its spiritual light dimmed, and it was almost half destroyed.

Feng Bohan's face was ashen, his aura was about to break through the Foundation Establishment realm, and his body swayed precariously.

Meanwhile, more chilling roars and crawling sounds came from above the dry well.

A new wave of even stronger monsters is rapidly approaching.

The shadows on the ground had spread to the wellhead.

"That's too late!"

Feng Mingyang looked at the approaching shadow overhead, a flash of despair crossing his eyes.

Then his fierceness was replaced by ruthlessness; his eyes became bloodshot as he prepared to burn the last of his life essence.

Just now.

The black-gold vortex rotating at the bottom of the well suddenly expanded.

boom--

It was as if a portal connecting to the Netherworld had been opened.

A mighty, cold torrent, carrying the twisted aura of dreams and the iron-blooded spirit of the battlefield, suddenly poured out from the vortex.

At this moment, blessed by the Nightmare Kingdom, Tang Hao's projected avatar's aura surged, instantly stabilizing at the Core Formation stage.

He put one hand behind his back and reached his right hand into the crevice.

A strange sword, black and white, shot out first; it was his natal spirit treasure flying sword, [Judgment].

Yes, a copy.

Items awarded by the system can be used in dreams, and naturally, they can also be used in the Nightmare Realm.

This flying sword, a spiritual treasure, almost exceeded its carrying capacity limit.

With the [Judgment] in hand, Tang Hao pointed his sword lightly at the top of his head with an indifferent expression.

The third move of the Nine Gazes Sword Technique – [The sword's energy weighs three pounds]

This technique is a perfect match for the [Mysterious Pivot] which has the power of gravity suppression, and the same goes for [Cause and Destruction].

There was no dazzling sword light, only a heavy, suffocating pressure descending from nowhere.

"boom!!!"

The air was forcibly compressed, groaning under the strain.

The two "Holy Spring Guardians" that were rushing towards Feng Mingyang and Feng Bohan, as well as the few monsters that had just poked their heads down into the well, were crushed by this invisible force, unable to even let out a scream.

Like a fly swatted by a massive mountain, it was instantly crushed and burst open.

The filthy, dark purple flesh and blood turned into the most complete dust.

The fissure passage finally stabilized and expanded to its maximum extent.

A silent, menacing Nightmare Legion, shrouded in black armor with only their cold eyes visible, silently stepped out of the passage.

Like a torrent of steel, it instantly filled the space at the bottom of the well.

Their black and gold spears pointed diagonally upwards, their tips gleaming coldly, aimed at the boiling source of filth at the wellhead.

The filth at the bottom of the well was dispersed by the malevolent energy brought by the Nightmare Legion.

Tang Hao's projected avatar stood in front of the legion.

[Judgment] The words had not yet been withdrawn after being spoken; his posture was upright, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss.

At the same time, a pure and vast black-gold energy, like a surging river, flowed back into Feng Bohan and Ji Liang's damaged bodies through the rift.

"call……"

Feng Bohan felt his depleted source of energy instantly filled with boundless power.

The mana that had been completely depleted earlier began to grow wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its peak.

The stinging sensation from the scrapes on my body vanished instantly.

"Neigh, neigh—"

Ji Liang's originally dull fur instantly turned snow-white and shiny again, his mane leaped and burned like flames, his eyes were incredibly fierce, and all his fatigue was swept away, making him even more powerful than before.

Feng Mingyang stared blankly at the black-armored legion that appeared as if divine soldiers had descended from the heavens, as well as Feng Bohan, whose aura had instantly returned to normal, and Ji Liang, who was full of energy.

Then he looked at the frenzied roars outside the well, which had suddenly fallen silent due to the appearance of the Nightmare Legion, as if he had just woken from a nightmare.

His tense nerves completely relaxed, and he coughed violently, coughing up blood, but a real spark of life finally ignited in his eyes.

Tang Hao withdrew the [Judgment] sword, which clattered into the ground, and leaned on the hilt with one hand.

His gaze swept over the two exhausted but unharmed Nightmare Attendants, finally settling on Feng Mingyang.

The voice regained its usual calmness, yet carried an undeniable power:
"Senior Feng, you've done it! Leave the rest to me!"

Within the rift passage, the aura of the Nightmare Legion was as vast and unfathomable as the ocean.

The silent soldiers stood in neat rows, their spear tips gleaming coldly, awaiting the next command.

Inside the dry well, all filth had been removed, leaving only broken traces and a lingering aura of iron and blood.

(End of this chapter)