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In the endless depths, the power of the black mist surged like a relentless dark tide, constantly attacking. Lin Ting, Lin Tiantian, and Shue Ling were all under immense pressure, pushing them to their limits. Each attack of the black mist felt like a heavy blow to their hearts, leaving them breathless.
Lin Tiantian furrowed her brow, her figure flashing on the battlefield as she sought an opportunity to counterattack. Her spirit sword shimmered as she wielded it, but in the face of the unrelenting assault of the black mist, she also felt an unprecedented pressure.
Shue Ling The cold face showed a solemn expression for the first time, as his ice whip drew cold tracks in the air, but struggled to break through the layers of dark defense in the black mist.
As for Lin Ting, the leader of the three, he felt a heavy sense of responsibility. His swordsmanship was exquisite, and every strike was full of power, but in the face of the flood-like attacks of the black mist, he also seemed overwhelmed.
At this critical moment, Lin Tiantian suddenly shouted, "Brother, use that, the soul mirror!"
Lin Ting was startled, then quickly realized, and took out the antique soul mirror from his bosom. This mirror had been with them ever since they obtained it from the market. It was said to be able to reflect the truest thoughts deep within the viewer's heart and possessed a mysterious power that could influence the order of the three realms.
Lin Ting raised the soul mirror high, and the three quickly gathered together, combining their powers. Suddenly, the soul mirror emitted a dazzling light, and an immensely powerful force surged out from the mirror, directly into the black mist.
Seeing this, the black mist's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly exerted even stronger power to resist, but the force emanating from the soul mirror seemed to counteract his dark power, rendering his attacks increasingly feeble.
As the battle continued, the black mist began to show signs of fatigue, while Lin Ting, Lin Tiantian, and Shue Ling gained new vitality from the power of the soul mirror. Seeing this, Lin Tiantian couldn't help but comment, "It looks like this old guy is really shaken by our little antique, huh!"
Upon hearing this, Shue Ling coldly replied, "Stay focused, don't be too optimistic too soon." But beneath his icy exterior, a hint of surprise was also revealed.
Lin Tingze maintains his composure, even though soul mirror has brought them a turning point, the battle is far from over. He tightly grips the spirit sword, staring at the black mist, and says in a deep voice, "Black mist, your end has come, accept the trial."
Gritting his teeth, the black mist, although suppressed by the power of soul mirror, still refuses to surrender easily. Thicker black mist begins to gather around his body, preparing for a final, frenzied counterattack.
His eyes shimmered with a dangerous light. Suppressed by the power of the soul mirror, his momentum weakened for a moment, but his stubborn will refused to yield. The surrounding air gradually gathered a thicker, almost tangible black mist, a sign that the black mist was preparing for a final, frenzied counterattack.
Lin Ting furrowed his brow, sensing the change in the power of the black mist. He knew that a more intense battle was about to unfold. In a deep voice, he said, "Be careful, the black mist is about to counterattack. Everyone, be prepared."
Lin Tiantian Gripping the weapon tightly in her hand, she revealed her familiar, unyielding smile. "Hmph, even if it's a counterattack, so what? We're still standing here, aren't we? Come on, let's see who has the last laugh!"
Shue Ling calmly adjusted his breathing, ready to strike at any moment. In his usually cold eyes, there was now a glint of determination. "No matter what tricks you have, today will be your end."
The concentration of the black mist around Hei Wu's body continues to increase, making the air on the entire battlefield feel oppressive. Suddenly, Hei Wu roars and directs the condensed black mist towards Lin Ting, Lin Tiantian, and Shue Ling at an incredible speed, almost impossible to dodge.
Lin Ting reacts quickly, swinging his sword to cut through the incoming black mist, trying to buy more time for Lin Tiantian and Shue Ling to react. Lin Tiantian refuses to back down, using her speed advantage to evade the attacks as much as possible while counterattacking. Shue Ling, on the other hand, skillfully uses his martial arts to neutralize each attack one by one.
In this life-and-death battle, the three of them demonstrated an unprecedented level of tacit understanding and unwavering determination.
The air on the battlefield was filled with a tense and thick atmosphere. The attacks of the black mist brought not only physical threats but also a psychological oppression. As the density of the black aura around the black mist increased, its roaring echoed throughout the entire battlefield, as if it wanted to devour all hope.
Lin Ting Faced with this sudden attack, his body tensed instantly. His spirit sword cut through the air as he swung, creating waves of sword energy that clashed with the attack of the black mist. He said in a deep voice, "Be careful, don't let the black mist surround you."
Lin Tiantian displayed her characteristic optimism, deftly evading and seizing the opportunity to counterattack. As she dodged, she shouted loudly, "Is this all the black mist can do? Play these little tricks? How about something new!"
Shue Ling calmly faced the attack of the black mist. Each of his strikes was as agile and deadly as a snake, drawing cold whip shadows in the air, resisting the power of the black mist. His eyes revealed disdain: "Black mist, no matter how you struggle, your doomsday will not be delayed."
Seeing that his attack did not immediately gain the upper hand, it instead provoked a stronger resistance from Lin Ting and Shue Ling. Fury flashed in his eyes as he loudly retorted, "You are seeking your own demise!"
The battle entered a white-hot stage, and Lin Ting, Lin Tiantian, and Shue Ling faced not only the unpredictable attack patterns of the black mist, but also the seemingly endless encirclement by his subordinates.
After being repelled by a fierce attack, the black mist did not retreat as expected, but instead seeped through his subordinates, seemingly searching for a more advantageous position for the battle. The surrounding black mist seemed to have temporarily dissipated somewhat. However, he did not give up, but instead a cruel look flashed in his eyes, and he possessed his subordinates, attempting to use them to launch a more frenzied encirclement against Lin Ting, Lin Tiantian, and Shue Ling.
The henchmen, possessed by the black mist, flashed confusion in their eyes before turning unusually fierce. They seemed like puppets being controlled, wielding their weapons as they charged toward the three individuals. The black mist spoke through them, taunting, "See, this is the consequence of opposing me. No matter how strong you are, you cannot escape my grasp."
"It's time to show my true power," the voice of the black mist echoed from all directions, making it difficult to pinpoint his true location.
Lin Tiantian brandished her weapon, responding as she fought, "Hmph, real power? I'd like to see what else you've got besides these little tricks!"
The sinister laughter of the dark mist echoed once again, "Little tricks? Ha, you will soon know what true despair is." With that, his figure suddenly condensed onto one of his henchmen, launching an even more fierce attack through the henchman.
Lin Ting saw the scene and quickly commanded, "Be careful, the power of the black mist is flowing through their hands, don't let them get close!" His swordsmanship became even sharper, each strike precisely hitting the minions possessed by the black mist, attempting to disrupt the mist's plan.
Shue Ling's whip shadows were like a cold wind, each strike carrying a ruthless force, pushing back the minions of the black mist one by one. He calmly analyzed the situation and reminded, "He's trying to distract us, concentrate firepower on his main target of possession!"
The dark mist saw that the three people were undisturbed, and sneered as it intensified its attack. Under his control, his subordinates, like puppets, launched even fiercer attacks.
Lin Tiantian shouted loudly after dodging, "Your way of fighting is really despicable! If you have the ability, come and fight me yourself!" Her figure flickered on the battlefield, constantly looking for opportunities to counterattack.
The black mist sneered through its possessed subordinate: "Despicable? In the face of victory, means are merely necessary choices. Are you afraid?" Just as the black mist seemed to gain the upper hand, at this critical moment, the soul mirror suddenly emitted an even brighter light, a light that seemed to contain infinite power, pointing directly at the black mist.
soul mirror The light emitted becomes increasingly dazzling, covering the entire battlefield with this bright and powerful force. Faced with this sudden change, the black mist falls into panic, and his arrogance seems to completely crumble at this moment.
He tries to resist this light with his own power, but quickly realizes his efforts are futile. His attacks are nothing but a futile effort in the face of the power of soul mirror, easily being neutralized.
Under the powerful light of the soul mirror, the dark mist felt an unprecedented fear and despair. His voice was full of wailing: "This is impossible... I won't be defeated by you like this..."
Lin Ting calmly watched the disintegration of the dark mist, and at this moment they were about to achieve victory. Lin Tiantian couldn't help but taunt: "Oh, Lord Dark Mist, aren't you very powerful? Why can you only wail now?"
Shue Ling couldn't help but sneer, "Black Mist, your ambition ultimately failed due to your own arrogance."
As Black Mist's body gradually disintegrated, turning into countless black smoke that dissipated into the air, his voice also grew weaker and weaker, until it completely disappeared. On the battlefield, the previously oppressive air gradually became fresh, as if even the heavens and the earth were pleased with their victory.
Lin Ting, Lin Tiantian, and Shue Ling stood in place, panting heavily. They all had more or less injuries on their bodies, but when they finally saw the black mist being completely defeated, a deep sense of relief appeared on their faces.
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