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Night falls, the stars dim, and the team led by Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord sets up camp in a secluded forest. Despite the exhaustion from a day of marching, the night in Fairyland is never truly peaceful, especially under the shadow of Cheng Moyao.
"It should be safer here," Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord says in a low voice to Molan, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if ready to respond to any unforeseen events.
Molan nodded, but couldn't completely relax. "Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, do you think he will let us off so easily?" Her voice was mixed with unease.
" Cheng Moyao's thoughts are unpredictable, but we must be prepared at all times," Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord said, with a determined look on his face, which brought some comfort to Molan.
They gathered around the campfire, assigned the night guard duties, and most of them entered dreamland, leaving only a slight vigilance sound rotating in the dark night. However, on this seemingly peaceful night, a sudden attack shattered the tranquility.
A group of figures silently approached the camp, their movements agile and full of murderous intent, clearly well-trained. Leading them was a man in black, with a cold smile on his face and a glint of cold light in his eyes - this was the elite carefully selected by Cheng Moyao.
Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord almost immediately sensed the anomaly and quickly picked up their weapons, summoning the Cultivator from their team, preparing for battle.
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into our camp!" Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord loudly questioned, his voice filled with an uncompromising authority.
The man in black sneered, "It doesn't matter if I tell you. We were sent by Lord Cheng Moyao to take your lives!" As soon as he finished speaking, he launched the first attack, his long sword cutting through the night sky, sending a cold light straight towards Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord.
Seeing this, Molan immediately flew up and wielded her spirit sword, joining forces with Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord to fight back. At this moment, her eyes were filled with a focused light, and every sword move was precise and fierce, demonstrating her exceptional combat skills.
A swift battle erupted, with the flash of swords in the night sky and the interweaving of immortal spells, creating a spectacular and intense scene of combat. Despite the formidable strength of the elite warriors of Cheng Moyao, they gradually began to show signs of weakness in the seamless cooperation of Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord.
In the midst of battle, Molan continuously turned over her thoughts, attempting to find a way to break through the enemy. Suddenly, a bright idea flashed in her mind - to use the surrounding natural environment as an aid. She quickly conveyed her plan to Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord through mental communication.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord immediately understood Molan's intention. They adjusted their battle strategy, using the forest and terrain to set up several traps and ambushes, luring in the elite soldiers of Cheng Moyao one by one.
As time passed, the elite soldiers of Cheng Moyao suffered heavy losses in this sudden attack and were ultimately forced to retreat. Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord successfully repelled the enemy, protecting the safety of their team.
After the war, the Molan language Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord stood in the center of the camp, surrounded by team members looking at him with admiration. Although the attack had exposed their location and caused a lot of trouble, it also united everyone and strengthened their determination to confront the threat of Cheng Moyao.
"This attack was clearly aimed at us. Cheng Moyao not only wants to eliminate us, but also wants to disturb us internally, making us feel uneasy," Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord analyzed in a deep voice, his gaze firm. "We cannot sit back and wait for our demise. We must take action as soon as possible."
Molan nodded in agreement, "Yes, we need to launch a preemptive strike and deliver a fatal blow to Cheng Moyao. This opportunity is rare, and we cannot afford to miss it."
Upon hearing this, everyone showed a determined expression. Despite facing the mysterious and unpredictable Cheng Moyao in the Fairyland, under the leadership of Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, they were filled with unwavering determination.
In the following days, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord began to intensively plan the details of the final attack, while also strengthening the team's training and preparation. Facing Cheng Moyao, any small oversight could lead to the failure of the entire plan.
On the other side, in a spacious and dark secret room, Cheng Moyao sat on an exquisitely carved ebony chair, with a table made of rare obsidian in front of him. Various ancient scrolls and crystals were scattered on the table, emitting a faint light that illuminated Cheng Moyao's mysterious and elegant countenance. In his eyes, there seemed to be unfathomable secrets and an endless thirst for power.
"Report, my lord." A loyal subordinate knelt at the entrance to the secret chamber, head bowed and voice slightly trembling.
Cheng Moyao gestured for him to continue, "Speak, how is the situation with Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord?"
The subordinate nervously replied, "Not only did they successfully repel our attack, but it seems to have strengthened their relationship even more."
Upon hearing this, a complex smile appeared on Cheng Moyao's lips. His gaze seemed to penetrate the walls of the secret room and land on the distant Molan. "Molan, you always manage to surprise me. However, this time, I will show you what true despair is."
He stood up and walked gently to a wall mirror carved with ancient runes, lightly touching the runes as if communicating with a certain power within the mirror. "Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, you are just a stumbling block. I admit, your strength is extraordinary, but in the face of my plan, you will ultimately become a passing cloud."
He turned around, his gaze sharp as he looked at his subordinates kneeling on the ground. "Are you ready? Our next plan is not only to defeat Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, but also to make Molan fall into my embrace. What I want is not only the dominance of Fairyland, but also her."
The subordinates seemed greatly inspired and dared not lift their heads. "Yes, master. We will carefully lay out the plan according to your instructions and will not let you down."
Cheng Moyao nodded in satisfaction, a hint of inexplicable tenderness flashing in his eyes. "Molan, you are the most special woman I have ever met. In this game, I not only want to win, but also make you understand that being with me is your only choice."
As his words fell, the entire secret room seemed to be filled with a mysterious and powerful force, heralding the impending storm. Cheng Moyao's plan will set off a magnificent wave in Fairyland.
At the same time, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, while preparing intensively, have not neglected to monitor Cheng Moyao's movements. They have dispatched some agile and adept in the art of concealment Cultivator to gather information on Cheng Moyao's forces, ensuring they can grasp the enemy's movements at the earliest opportunity.
FairylandIn a hidden valley in Fairyland, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord are having a secret discussion with several spies who are experts in the art of concealment. These spies, carefully selected by them, each possess extraordinary abilities to infiltrate the enemy silently and gather crucial intelligence.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord furrows his brow, displaying his usual calm and rational demeanor, "We must ensure the accuracy and timeliness of the intelligence. Cheng Moyao's schemes are endless, and we cannot afford to be complacent."
A nimble figure with a Cultivator responded softly, "Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, please rest assured. We have already set up multiple intelligence networks. Even if a bird flies by, it will not escape our eyes and ears."
Molan interjected with some liveliness, "However, when everyone is out in the field, they must also protect themselves and not let Cheng Moyao discover their whereabouts. We do not want a small oversight to put everyone in danger."
A Cultivator who is skilled in the art of disguise smiled slightly, showing a hint of confidence. "Miss Molan, you can rest assured. We have unique strengths in disguise and concealment. Even if we enter the tiger's den, we can come out unscathed."
Later, Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord meticulously assigned tasks, providing detailed instructions on the operational routes and key points for gathering information for each Cultivator. Although his tone was calm, every word was filled with unquestionable authority, demonstrating his seriousness about the matter.
"Remember, we need not only Cheng Moyao's whereabouts, but also his possible plans and key figures within his influence. Any detail could become crucial for our victory," emphasized Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord.
Molan then smiled encouragingly at these Cultivator, "Everyone has worked hard, this mission is very important, and we are all relying on you. After everything is over, let's celebrate together!"
These Cultivator nodded in agreement and determination, then one by one transformed into Liu Guan, disappearing into the woods to carry out their respective tasks. Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord stayed behind, watching them leave, both with a firm determination in their eyes, silently hoping that everything would go as they wished and preparing fully for the upcoming decisive battle.
As time passed, the tense atmosphere within Fairyland gradually intensified. The team of Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord matured through continuous training and planning, with each member showing exceptional determination and a desire for battle shining in their eyes.
At the pre-war rally, Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord stood in front of everyone, his eyes determined, his voice resounding and powerful: "This confrontation with Cheng Moyao is not just a test of strength, but a battle of good versus evil. We fight not only for the peace of Fairyland, but also for the beliefs in our hearts. Regardless of the outcome, we will have no regrets!"
Molan also stepped forward, her eyes showing determination, "Each of us has a different past, but now we stand together because we have a common goal. Cheng Moyao's plot will not succeed, and we will use our hands and immortal powers to create a better future!"
The crowd was inspired by the words of Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord and Molan, and their hearts were filled with strength. Each of them tightened their weapons, their eyes shining with determination. At this moment, they were no longer isolated Cultivator, but a united and invincible force.
The final battle is approaching, and Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord are preparing with their team. It will be an unprecedented battle, but no matter what dangers await them, they will contribute their strength for the peace of Fairyland. They believe that as long as they hold justice in their hearts, light will eventually triumph over darkness.
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