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Han Che took the opportunity to approach the man, the tip of the sword turning into a cold star, stabbing towards the man's chest.
The man dodged to the side, at the same time counterattacking with a sword, forcing Han Che to step back.
Yun Yan The figure is elusive, like a ghost, one sword faster than the next, pressing forward with a swooshing of the blade.
Yet the man's footwork is mysterious, every step perfectly unraveling the onslaught of Yun Yan.
Zhang Jin's eyes flashed with a c Li ght, the crossbow's radiance surged, and an arrow shot towards the man at a speed so fast that it tore through the air. The man suddenly leaped backward, avoiding this deadly blow.
The three of them exerted their strength together, the " Han Che " sword, the " Yun Yan " knife, and Zhang Jin's arrow, three attacks like three fierce beasts, all pouncing on the man at the same time.
Facing the triple attack, the man finally showed a hint of seriousness. His figure swiftly spun in the mist, and the sword energy stirred up a whirlwind, resolving each of the three attacks.
The battle continued for a moment, and the three of them gradually felt the strain, but there was no sign of retreat in their eyes.
Zhang Jin knew that the battle had reached a critical moment, and she couldn't hold back at all.
She took a deep breath, gathering all her spiritual power onto the crossbow. The light on the crossbow grew brighter and brighter, almost illuminating the surrounding mist.
Her gaze was determined, and the crossbow in her hand seemed to respond to her will, with the light on the arrow becoming even more radiant. This arrow was not only a confrontation with the enemy in front of her, but also a declaration against her own destiny.
Zhang Jin knew that she had to hit the target with this arrow, no matter what, she couldn't fail. She took a deep breath and concentrated all her spiritual power onto the arrow.
Then, she released her hand, and the arrow flew like a released bowstring, making a piercing sound as it headed straight for the man.
A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. He seemed not to have expected that Zhang Jin could unleash such a powerful arrow. He quickly mobilized all his strength, attempting to evade once again.
However, this time, the arrow seemed to have a will of its own. It gently turned in the air and actually tracked the man's figure. The man was horrified to find that he had nowhere to escape.
The arrow finally struck the man, and a powerful explosion blew him away, with a muffled impact sound coming from the mist.
When the mist dispersed, the man had already fallen to the ground, motionless, and his figure dissipated with the wind.
Zhang Jin, Han Che, and Yun Yan looked at each other and smiled. In this battle, they had won.
At the end of Styx, an ancient city built of obsidian stands tall in the midst of a vast sea of mist, with towering walls embedded with shimmering spirit stones, resembling the brightest stars in the night sky.
This is the legendary Underworld, a place that only appears in myths, but today it is being revealed before the eyes of Zhang Jin, Yun Yan, and Han Che.
As the three of them approached the city, the ancient city gate seemed to open on its own, as if it had a spirit.
A welcoming procession emerged from within, with some scattering flower petals and others playing extraordinary music. However, the figures in this welcoming party were all extraordinary beings.
The grand welcoming procession passed through the streets of the Underworld, with each step accompanied by a mournful yet solemn musical sound.
On both sides of the street, invisible spirits silently observe this strange ceremony. The air is filled with the scent of ancient spices burning in braziers, and the swirling smoke seems to separate this world from another.
The Underworld deity, the ruler of the underworld, sits upon a high sedan chair. His gaze is deep, like the farthest stars in the night sky. His face is handsome, yet carries an untouchable indifference.
He was dressed in a gorgeous groom's outfit, sitting upright in a grand sedan chair. Undoubtedly handsome, he sat with his head held high, moving slowly along with the wedding procession.
Ahead, there was also a festively decorated bridal sedan chair, slowly moving along.
"In this world, there actually exists such a good-looking person..." At that moment, Zhang Jin couldn't help but stare in a daze, feeling her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She then pinched her own arm to wake herself up.
Zhang Jin is wearing a white wedding dress, specially prepared for this day, but there is no joy in her heart.
With a determined look, she can't help but show a hint of confusion - is she really ready to face all of this?
Beside him, the Yun Yan expression appeared even more tense. She lightly grasped Zhang Jin's sleeve as if seeking comfort from him. Her eyes occasionally scanned the surroundings, as if searching for an opportunity to escape.
Han Che stood on the other side of Zhang Jin, his gaze firm and serious, the long sword in his hand faintly emitting a c Li ght.
He knew that this was not just a ceremony, but also a test. The fate of each of them would be decided today.
As the welcoming procession gradually approached the three of them, when the procession finally stopped, Underworld deity slowly stood up from the sedan chair, his movements graceful and composed.
Underworld deity asked, "Who is the bride?" His gaze fell on the two women dressed in white bridal gowns, as if trying to identify them.
When Underworld deity's gaze swept over Zhang Jin and Yun Yan, Zhang Jin quickly stood in front of Yun Yan, pulling her behind him as if to protect her.
Underworld deity raised an eyebrow, then his gaze locked only on Zhang Jin.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Their gazes intertwined, and their destinies began to intertwine in that instant.
At that moment, Han Che stepped forward and stood in front of her.
Underworld deity frowned slightly, with a hint of playfulness in his heart: "This time, do you want to compete with me again?"
A barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he reached out his hand imperceptibly, crossing through space to lightly touch Zhang Jin's forehead with his fingertips.
That touch, gentle yet full of strength, as if a current ran through Zhang Jin's body.
"You are the protagonist today," the Underworld deity's voice was deep and magnetic, his words carrying an unquestionable command, "Come with me." The Underworld deity's voice was deep and magnetic, his words carrying an unquestionable command.
Zhang Jin's heart tightened, but her feet were out of control, following the footsteps of Underworld deity, and passing through the open city gate.
The firelight on either side of the city gate reflected on her face, casting long shadows.
Yun Yan Following closely behind, a hint of unease in her eyes, but in the resolute figure of Zhang Jin, she found a glimmer of courage.
Han Che walked silently at the back, his eyes constantly alert to everything around him. He knew that in this Underworld, every shadow could conceal unknown dangers.
As they passed through the city gates, a magnificent palace came into view. The architectural style of the palace was ancient and mysterious, with every stone engraved with intricate patterns, as if telling tales of ancient history.
At the top of the palace is a huge black dome, embedded with sparkling gems that shimmer in the night like another starry sky.
Underworld deity led Zhang Jin up the stairs to the palace, each step landing on a deep red carpet that was soft and seemed to absorb all sound.
On both sides of the staircase, there stood rows of Soul guardians dressed in armor, their faces stern and their weapons gleaming coldly.
The interior of the palace was even more luxurious, with various exquisite tapestries and paintings hanging on the walls, all depicting scenes from the underworld.
The vast Styx, the galloping ghost horses, and the faces of those souls. Everything seems so real that one can't help but wonder if they have stepped into a painting.
They arrived at a spacious hall, with a high throne in the center adorned with various gemstones that shimmered in the candlelight.
Underworld deity walked to the throne, turned around, and cast a deep gaze once again on Zhang Jin.
"This is your new home," Underworld deity's voice echoed in the hall, carrying both authority and warmth. "From now on, you will be the mistress of this place."
Zhang Jin took a deep breath. Although her heart was filled with doubt and unease, her expression remained calm.
She knew that her destiny no longer belonged to her. Her choices would impact everyone's future.
"I..." Zhang Jin was about to speak, but was stopped by a glance from the Underworld deity.
"No need for words," the Underworld deity waved her hand gently, indicating that she didn't need to speak, "Your eyes have already told me everything."
Han Che stood next to Zhang Jin: "What do you want to do?"
Underworld deity glanced at everyone present, finally settling on Zhang Jin.
"Now, the ceremony begins, and no one can stop it," his voice sounded like it came from the abyss, both powerful and charming.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn, a mysterious force flowing through the air, and all the candlelight suddenly brightened, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.
Han Che and Yun Yan Suddenly felt an invisible restraint, their bodies became stiff, even the strength in their fingertips could not gather, they could only watch the changes in front of them helplessly.
Zhang Jin's eyes instantly became hollow, as if her soul had been drawn out of her body, leaving behind a lifeless shell.
The Underworld deity's gaze was indifferent, as if he had already anticipated everything. He calmly issued the command: "Take her to change into a red bridal gown and arrange her hair in a warrior's style, meticulously groom her appearance."
At his command, two soul maids emerged as if from the void, their faces calm, their eyes devoid of emotion, showing only absolute obedience. "Yes, my lord," they answered in unison, their voices carrying a distant echo.
The maids stepped forward lightly, supporting Zhang Jin on either side. With their assistance, her body seemed light and ethereal, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind.
They led Zhang Jin through the hall towards an exquisite door, which slowly opened to reveal a beautifully decorated dressing room. Inside, the red wedding gown shone brightly like flames, with the bride's headdress and makeup neatly arranged, awaiting the arrival of the beautiful woman.
The maids moved with skill and gentleness, beginning to change Zhang Jin's clothes and comb her hair. Their movements were almost without any unnecessary actions, each step exuding the unique sense of ritual of the underworld.
In this solemn and mysterious atmosphere, Zhang Jin was dressed as a bride of the underworld. The red clothes set off her skin, making it appear even paler, and her once lively eyes now lost their former luster.
She is like a perfect statue, without the pulse of life, yet possessing a beauty that is impossible to look away from.
Underworld deity stood in the hall, waiting for the arrival of the bride, a hint of complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
All of this arrangement is to welcome the woman who is about to enter into an eternal covenant with him.
After more than two thousand years of waiting, the outcome is about to be realized on this full moon night.
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