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Chapter 105 Fierce Battle Against Evil Spirits [Donated by Panda Eating Tomatoes, Alliance Leader]

A surge of anger instantly rushed to the top of Cui Shi'an's mind.

That ignorant and arrogant girl!

They actually came to a place like this!

He wanted to yell at her and tell her to leave immediately, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and his vocal cords wouldn't obey him at all; he could only utter some indistinct syllables.

Seeing that "Jie Duoling" was just staring blankly in the direction of the door, Liu Zhimin was so anxious that tears were about to well up in his eyes. He pointed to the tightly closed iron door again: "The door! The door can't be opened! It's locked!"

Cui Shi'an focused his attention in the direction she was pointing.

A dark golden light struggled to shine deep within the body's eyes, and the illusory image of the vertical pupil barely coalesced.

Through the blurry vision and the interference of the evil energy, he saw the location of the door lock, which was entangled in a thick, black, and constantly writhing evil energy. It was the one that was cheating!

Without hesitation, he raised his right arm. Although the movement was slow and stiff, his concentration was unprecedented.

In the loosely clenched palm, the "invisible sword energy" that descended through the connection of incense and one's own will instantly condensed!

Then, from a distance, he swung his arm and slashed at the evil energy lock!

There was no earth-shattering sound.

But in Liu Zhimin and Shen Youna's eyes, all they saw was "Jie Duoling" stiffly raising her hand and waving it, and the iron door that hadn't moved no matter how much they rammed it suddenly made a soft "click" sound.

Immediately afterwards, the door slightly dented inward, and then with a "creak," it popped open a crack on its own!

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The outside light also pierced through and came in!

"Go." A cold, deep male voice, completely different from Jie Duoling's original voice, came out of "her" mouth with difficulty.

Those were syllables produced by Cui Shi'an forcibly controlling his vocal cords.

Liu Zhimin shuddered and abruptly looked up at "Jie Duoling".

The pale face belonging to the priestess was expressionless, but her eyes—

Those eyes, subtly shimmering with a dark golden luster, and that tone of voice so familiar it was ingrained in one's very being—

"Is it...is it you? Choi Si-an??"

Overwhelmed with surprise and disbelief, Liu Zhimin burst into tears, a mixture of her previous fear and lingering apprehension.

Jie Duoling's facial muscles twitched slightly, as if he wanted to express something, but in the end he could only utter that cold word: "Go."

Liu Zhimin wiped away her tears forcefully, knowing this wasn't the time to ask questions. She quickly helped Shen Youna, whose legs were weak, to her feet: "Youna! Quick! The door's open! Let's go!"

The two stumbled toward the door, squeezed through the crack, and ran toward the stairs at the end of the corridor without looking back.

However, just as their figures disappeared outside the door, "Roar!!!"

A silent yet soul-piercing scream exploded in the basement!

The almost completely solidified child spirit was clearly enraged!

It abandoned its attempt to perfect its form and transformed into a thick, black mist as swift as lightning, like a venomous python ready to devour its prey, lunging towards the doorway and the direction Liu Zhimin and the others had fled!

Jie Duoling stumbled and blocked the path of the black mist!

The invisible sword intent in his hand condensed once more, and he slashed down at the oncoming black mist!

"laugh--!"

The black mist was cleaved open by the sharp blade intent, making a sound like a branding iron being plunged into water. It tumbled and spread to both sides, revealing the hideous and pained face of a child inside.

It roared silently, its venomous gaze fixed on "Jie Duoling".

Without pausing, Cui Shi'an took advantage of his opponent's injury and struck again with a backhand slash!

This strike was even more ruthless, almost completely shattering the form formed by the condensed smoke!

The evil spirit let out an even more piercing roar!

Instead of trying to bypass it, it concentrated all its anger and malice, the black mist suddenly contracted, and then crashed into "Jieduoling" blocking the doorway like a cannonball!

"Bang!!"

A dull thud resounded.

The already weakened body of "Jie Duo Ling," burdened by the presence of Cui Shi An's partial consciousness, simply could not withstand such a violent spiritual impact.

He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, his back slamming heavily against the wall by the door before sliding to the ground. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Before he could even struggle to get up, the evil spirit boy had already followed him like a shadow and attacked him!

The black mist condensed, transforming into a giant, twisted child's hand, which pressed him firmly against the wall.

The boy's狰狞 face was close, his mouth stretched open to a terrifying angle that defied the laws of physics, revealing a bottomless darkness and vortex inside!

It exudes a suction force that devours everything, aiming at the top of "Jieduoling's" head, ready to swallow it whole!

Cui Shi'an felt a violent dizziness and pulling sensation, as if his soul was being sucked out of his body.

He gritted his teeth and could only passively swing his arm again and again, using invisible sword intent to slash at the approaching giant mouth and the ghostly hand that was pressing down on his body.

The blade flashed, leaving brief gaps in the black mist, only to be quickly filled by more black mist.

This body is too weak!

Its strength, speed, and reaction time are all far less than one-tenth of his original strength!

All he could rely on was his sword intent, which had become even more refined after being nourished and strengthened by the power of incense offerings, and his indomitable fighting spirit.

The black mist in the air seemed to be completely enraged by the stubborn resistance of these "ants," and its rolling speed suddenly increased, and it began to expand wildly!

In just a few breaths, thick, inky black fog filled the entire basement ceiling, like heavy dark clouds, constantly pressing down and spreading, compressing the little space and light left. For a moment, the basement was filled with suffocating resentment and deathly silence.

With his back against the wall, Cui Shi'an struggled to support his body, swinging his sword again and again, trying to cut a gap in the "sky curtain" formed by the black mist.

Even if it's just for a moment, it can buy more time for Liu Zhimin, who may not be far away yet.

But each slash was like cutting cowhide with a dull knife, extremely difficult, and the gaps opened were instantly submerged by the black mist that followed.

Worse still, he could clearly feel the power bestowed upon his body rapidly dissipating.

The spiritual support from the Jieduoling itself is nearing its limit, and the backlash from forcibly instigating chaos is intensifying.

The vision became even more blurred, leaving almost only light and shadow.

Hearing is almost completely lost.

Even control over one's body is becoming increasingly sluggish and distant.

The deadline for starting the war is approaching.

But with the evil spirits still unexorcised and the black mist still shrouding them, are they safe?

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

But as long as his consciousness hasn't been forcibly pulled back, and as long as his body can still move, he must stay here!

Block this door! We absolutely cannot let this thing get out!

Just as his vision was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, his arms were so heavy he could barely lift them, and his consciousness was beginning to blur and dissipate—

A red figure, swift as the wind, flashed past him without warning, like lightning tearing through the darkness!

The figure exuded a cold and pure spiritual pressure that stood out from the surrounding evil aura.

Immediately afterward, a clear and melodious female voice, which sounded like heavenly music at that moment, clearly entered his consciousness: "Run! This is an evil spirit that has been artificially bred! It's almost evolved into an evil god; you can't handle it!"

Whose voice is that?

Cui Shi'an was in a state of confusion.

He controlled Jie Duoling's lips, which moved very slightly, as if trying to say something, perhaps asking "Who are you?" or perhaps saying "Be careful."

But the last thread of connection that sustained their descent suddenly snapped the next second!

An endless darkness and a sense of nothingness engulfed them.