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Wu Sheng and Hang Lin After passing through the Phantom Forest, they once again entered the depths of the Abyss of Illusions. The fog here is even thicker than before, as if it could Fei Yan all light.
In this dense mist, suddenly there arose low and eerie phantom voices. These sounds seemed to come from all directions, at times close at hand, at times unreachable, making it impossible to determine the direction.
"These voices are trying to confuse us," Wu Sheng frowned, his gaze becoming more alert.
Hang Lin also felt uneasy, "We can't let these hallucinations affect our judgment."
They continued to move forward, but the hallucinations became more and more frequent, even beginning to mock their incompetence or attempting to lure them towards some unknown direction.
"Don't listen to these voices, they are all illusions," Wu Sheng reminded Hang Lin solemnly, while also trying to keep calm themselves.
But these illusions seem to be challenging the will of Wu Sheng and Hang Lin, constantly changing form and content, trying to find their weak points in their minds.
Suddenly, an illusion appears in front of them, a kind old man who seems to know the secrets of the way out. "This is the right path, come with me," the old man's voice is full of temptation.
Hang Lin frowned, feeling that something was wrong. Wu Sheng decisively said, "No, we cannot follow him. This is the trial of the Illusion Abyss, we must believe in ourselves."
Choosing to ignore the old man's guidance, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin continued along their chosen path. Sure enough, the image of the old man gradually dissipated, eventually turning into a mist.
They passed through layers of thick fog and finally discovered that these illusions and hallucinations were tests in the abyss, designed to temper their willpower and judgment.
After a difficult search, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin finally found a hidden path in the fog. Along this road, they gradually distanced themselves from those confusing voices, and the fog also gradually became thinner.
"We did it," Hang Lin gasped, with a determined glint in their eyes.
Wu Sheng nodded, showing a hint of relief in their eyes, "Yes, but the road ahead is still long, we cannot let our guard down."
They continued along the path, the phantom voices in the mist had disappeared, replaced by fresh air and bright light. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin knew they were one step closer to Ghostly Lotus Terrace.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin continue their journey and arrive at a place called the Phantom Marsh. This marsh is tranquil and mysterious, with its water surface like a mirror reflecting distorted images, creating a sense of unease.
As they step into this marsh, the once calm water suddenly starts to change. The ground becomes muddy, and each step sinks deep as if an invisible force is dragging their footsteps.
"The mud here is unusual," Hang Lin frowned and said, as she tried to use the power of lightning to stabilize the ground, but found the effect to be minimal.
Wu Sheng tightened her grip on the sword handle and observed her surroundings vigilantly, "We must be careful, this marshland may conceal unknown dangers."
At that moment, a surge of movement suddenly rose from the water, and phantom creatures emerged, launching an attack towards them. These creatures had various forms, some resembling snakes, some resembling crocodiles, and even some with the bodies of beasts and the faces of humans, all emitting an evil aura.
"Here they come!" Wu Sheng shouted, brandishing his sword to meet the attack. His swordsmanship was swift and precise, with each strike releasing dazzling starlight, cutting through the phantom creatures.
Hang Lin also showed no weakness, using the power of wind and thunder to create a series of thunder and lightning storms, attacking the approaching enemies.
"Be careful of their venom!" Hang Lin shouted as a snake-like phantom creature sprayed green liquid at her. She agilely dodged and counterattacked, striking the phantom creature with a bolt of lightning.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin are engaged in an increasingly intense battle. As Wu Sheng confronts a massive lizard-shaped illusion, he suddenly feels himself sinking into the ground, his body firmly trapped in the mud.
Remaining calm, he focuses his strength and strikes at the lizard's head with his sword, while also struggling to break free from the muddy restraints.
Hang Lin quickly displayed the "Swift Wind and Thunder" technique, shuttling through the battlefield and using the power of thunder and lightning to repel wave after wave of phantom creatures. Her Wind and Thunder technique was not only swift, but also had a strong penetrating force, effectively breaking through the enemy's defense.
" Hang Lin, watch out on your left!" Wu Sheng loudly warned. Hang Lin turned to look and saw a huge phantom crocodile attacking from her side. She reacted quickly, using the Thunder Hammer to directly strike the crocodile's head, creating a loud noise.
"We must find a breakthrough!" Wu Sheng analyzed the situation while fighting. He noticed that these phantom creatures seemed to be formed from the water of the marsh. If they could find the source of this water and control it, perhaps they could solve the problem.
The battle continued, with Wu Sheng and Hang Lin each showcasing their strengths and working closely together. Wu Sheng's Starlight Swordsmanship and Hang Lin's Wind and Thunder Art complemented each other, forming a powerful defense and attack network.
" Hang Lin, come with me!" Wu Sheng shouted. He led Hang Lin towards the center of the marsh. They continued to explore during the battle and finally discovered a place where the water flowed rapidly, with a faint shimmer of light that seemed to be the core controlling the marsh.
"There it is!" Hang Lin pointed to the glowing spot, determination shining in her eyes.
They rushed towards the light without hesitation, Wu Sheng swung his sword, releasing a brilliant starlight slash directly towards the core of the water flow. At the same time, he gathered the power of thunder and formed a tornado of lightning, merging it with Wu Sheng's sword energy to create an unprecedented attack.
This immense power struck the core of the water flow, causing a deafening roar. In an instant, the turbulent motion of the water flow ceased, and the phantom creatures dissipated.
The entire Phantom Swamp has returned to calmness. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin stood in place, panting heavily, but their eyes revealed the joy of victory.
"We did it!" Hang Lin gasped, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve as she spoke. Her eyes showed the exhaustion of victory, but more so, determination and joy.
Wu Sheng nodded and a relieved smile appeared on his face. He looked at the calm marsh but still remained cautious. "We succeeded, but the eerie nature of this phantom marsh makes it hard to let down our guard."
Hang Lin nodded in agreement and scanned the surroundings, alert for any potential danger. However, there seemed to be no other threats around, only the gentle wind weaving through the reeds, making a rustling sound.
After leaving the Phantom Marsh, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin entered a mysterious cave. The interior of the cave appeared deep and solemn, with ancient runes carved into the surrounding walls, seemingly containing some kind of power.
As they ventured deeper into the cave, a strange atmosphere permeated the air. Suddenly, they found themselves in a bizarre and surreal world—memories of the past began to replay before their eyes.
"What is this place?" Hang Lin felt puzzled as she saw scenes from her childhood, where happy and sad memories intertwined.
Wu Sheng also saw his own past, and a pained expression appeared on his face. "These are our memories, but they have been distorted. This must be another trial from the abyss."
As they walked through the world of memories, suddenly, their past enemies appeared in the illusion and launched an attack on them. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin had to pick up their weapons and fight against these phantoms.
"These enemies are just illusions, we cannot be deceived by them!" Wu Sheng shouted, as he swung his sword at an illusion pouncing towards him.
Hang Lin also joined the battle, releasing a dazzling light with her wind and thunder magic within the illusions. "We must persevere, these are just trials!"
The battle became increasingly intense. Wu Sheng engaged in a fierce confrontation with an old enemy in the illusion. Every one of his sword strikes was filled with determination, as if he was battling his past self.
"You can't stop me!" Wu Sheng shouted, his swordsmanship becoming more and more intense, each swing carrying a dazzling starlight-like shine, leaving bright trails in the air with the tip of his sword.
His eyes shimmered with a determined light, as if battling with the fear and hesitation within his own heart.
Hang Lin faced off against a powerful phantom, which possessed a similar power of wind and thunder. The confrontation between the two was filled with tension. Thunder and storm intertwined in the air, emitting a deafening roar.
"You are not me!" Hang Lin roared, her hands flashing with lightning, each attack releasing powerful force. Her figure moved swiftly on the battlefield, light as the wind, fierce as the thunder.
The battle reached a fever pitch. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin both felt immense pressure, but they did not give up. Instead, they faced each attack with even greater determination.
"We can't fall here!" Wu Sheng shouted loudly, his swordsmanship becoming even more wild, with each strike cutting through the void, aiming directly at the opponent's vital points.
Hang Lin also refused to show weakness, her lightning power reaching its peak. A huge vortex of lightning formed around her, Fei Yan ing up the surrounding illusions.
Finally, after a fierce confrontation, the phantom enemy began to disintegrate and fade into nothingness. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin gasped for breath, looking around at the gradually calming environment.
"We won this battle," Hang Lin said, her voice tinged with exhaustion but more so with relief and confidence.
Wu Sheng nodded, "This experience has made us stronger, and our will has been tempered even more firmly."
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