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As Zhang Rui's injuries gradually healed, he stood up again, ready to continue on to the Shadow League. Suddenly, a strong aura surged from behind him, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression that caused Zhang Rui to involuntarily tremble. The force was so powerful that it instilled an unprecedented fear deep within him.
This imposing pressure was accompanied by a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, echoing through the forest. The sound seemed to come from an ancient behemoth, filled with wildness and dominance, causing the entire forest to tremble in its wake. The surrounding birds scattered in disarray, as if driven by immense fear, and even the bravest creatures were frightened into fleeing.
Zhang Rui felt an unprecedented oppression, as if even the air had become thick and heavy because of this force. His heart was pounding violently, and he quickly turned around, vigilantly staring at the source of this pressure. In Zhang Rui's eyes, there was both determination for battle and deep fear. This pressure was like an invisible hand, gripping his soul, making him realize that the enemy in front of him was far from ordinary.
The sudden pressure made Zhang Rui understand that the enemy in front of him was likely the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered in the Shadow Realm. The strength of this enemy seemed capable of controlling the life and death of the entire forest, even causing the trees and the land to tremble in its presence. This power was not only a physical threat but also a great challenge to Zhang Rui's soul.
As the smoke slowly dispersed, a familiar and astonishing voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Rui's ears. "Kid! Impressive, huh? You've actually pushed me to this extent!" It was the voice of Xingtian, the opponent who had almost driven him to despair, and yet remained standing.
Zhang Rui's eyes revealed astonishment and disbelief. Emerging slowly from the smoke was the imposing figure of Xingtian. He continued to wield the incredibly sharp axe in his hand, each rotation seemingly proving his unparalleled combat skills.
However, the changes on Xingtian are very obvious. The upper body armor has been completely shattered, with fragments scattered all over, revealing his solid muscles and severely burned skin. Only the lower body leg armor remains intact, and although his steps are heavy, they are still full of unyielding strength.
In the smoke, Xingtian's figure appears particularly tall and majestic, his gaze sharp like lightning, staring directly at Zhang Rui. Zhang Rui feels an unprecedented pressure, knowing that facing such a strong enemy, any mistake could lead to fatal consequences.
Zhang Rui took a deep breath, his body reaching the limit in tension and excitement. The reappearance of Xingtian was not just a physical confrontation, but also a test of spirit and will. Zhang Rui knew he had to concentrate all his energy and magic to face this formidable enemy with the strongest will.
In the smoke-shrouded forest, Xingtian's roar echoed like ancient thunder, shaking the earth and making the surrounding leaves tremble. Despite suffering heavy injuries, his massive and terrifying body still displayed unbelievable strength and intimidation. His laughter was filled with contempt and mockery towards Zhang Rui's courage and magic. "Scared, kid? Even the Yellow Emperor couldn't kill me, what can a little mage like you do to me!" Xingtian's mocking voice echoed through the forest, full of confidence and frivolity.
His two eyes on his chest were wide open, filled with anger and a fighting spirit like two burning fireballs. The features that originally belonged to his head were now strangely attached to his chest, adding to his strangeness and horror. Xingtian's large mouth on his abdomen kept twisting and writhing, revealing rows of sharp teeth, as if it could spit out something unimaginable at any moment, a sight that filled Zhang Rui with unprecedented fear and unease.
Suddenly, Xingtian's mouth violently twisted, accompanied by a deep roar, and he actually spat out a strange shield from that terrifying mouth. This shield was extraordinary, with a fierce ghost pattern carved on its surface, the grimacing face was terrifying, as if it could leap out from the shield at any time, emitting a chilling evil aura.
Xingtian tightly gripped the shield in his left hand and held the axe gleaming with cold light in his right hand. His movements suddenly became violent and swift. His body was like an unbridled beast, carrying an unstoppable force as he charged towards Zhang Rui. With each step, it seemed to make the earth tremble, his momentum like an irresistible storm surge.
Xingtian's axe drew sharp and fierce trajectories in the air, each swing carrying the power to destroy everything. His attacks were rapid and intense, the coordination between the axe and shield was flawless, completely blocking Zhang Rui's retreat. Under this fierce onslaught, Zhang Rui felt unprecedented pressure, relying on his wit and magic to survive this sudden storm-like attack.
Zhang Rui quickly gathered the earthy nature magic within his body, waving his hands in the air. With his movements, the ground began to shake, and one after another, earthen walls rose from the ground, seemingly constructing a defensive barrier to resist Xingtian's fierce, tide-like attacks.
These walls were thick and sturdy, with a faint halo shimmering on their surface, as if imbued with powerful magic. However, in the face of Xingtian's incredible strength, these walls seemed to offer only fleeting defense.
Xingtian is like a raging beast, his left hand tightly gripping a shield, like an immovable mountain, every impact is filled with the power to destroy everything. The fierce ghostly eyes on his shield seem to be roaring, causing the earth to tremble with each impact, and then in the next moment, these walls are shattered by Xingtian's shield.
Zhang Rui watched his painstakingly constructed defense collapse in an instant, and a hint of despair rose in his heart. Every shattered wall felt like a blow to his soul, making him acutely aware that he was facing a far more powerful enemy than he had imagined. In this tense battle, Zhang Rui's sweat and the fragments of the wall flew together, and he knew he had to find other ways to confront the formidable enemy before him.
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