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At the moment when Zhang Rui leaped into the air, his figure seemed to merge with the wind, light and agile. His movements were precise and fluid, like a carefully choreographed dance, with each spin and roll carrying a calculated grace. His gaze was focused and determined, single-mindedly evading the fierce and murderous axe attacks of Xingtian.
During this extremely brief moment of mid-air suspension, Zhang Rui's hands swiftly moved in the air. His left hand gathered water elements, while his right hand controlled earth elements. The two elements rapidly merged at his fingertips, forming a new magic power that exuded a unique scent, blending the fragrance of earth and the freshness of the sea.
With his spell, the earth seemed to come to life, quickly surging and forming patches of sticky mud pits. These mud pits spread rapidly like a huge net, instantly covering the entire battlefield. The mud was not only sticky but also carried the weight of Zhang Rui's magic, causing Xingtian's movements to become sluggish and sometimes even getting trapped in place, unable to move freely.
As Zhang Rui lightly landed on the ground, his feet outside the mud pits, his eyes shimmered with strategic insight. He observed Xingtian's movements in the mud pits while planning his next move in his mind.
Struggling in the mud, Xingtian resembled a trapped wild beast in a hunter's snare. His movements grew increasingly frantic as he violently pounded the earth, attempting to break free from the restraints. However, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank, as if the mud itself consciously held him firmly in place, rendering him immobile. Xingtian's furious roars filled the entire forest, his voice brimming with anger and frustration, deafening in its intensity.
"You dare to trap me like this, you scoundrel!" Xingtian's voice was filled with despair and rage as his eyes glared at Zhang Rui from the position of his chest, flashing with murderous intent.
At this moment, Zhang Rui stood at a safe distance, his hands gathering the power of flames, his eyes shining with a clever light. With his movement, the scorching flames gushed out from his palms, directly spraying onto the muddy ground. The moment the flames touched the soil, they rapidly heated the mud, baking out the moisture, causing the mud to gradually harden, like a fired pottery.
The entire muddy area resembled a giant high-temperature oven, the temperature of the flames continuously rising, the earth beginning to crack, emitting a cracking sound. Xingtian's roar gradually turned into a wail, his body being roasted by the heat wave, gradually losing strength, unable to break free.
Zhang Rui looked at everything expressionlessly. He knew this was the crucial moment of the battle, and any display of emotion could become his weakness. Although he felt unbearable about this cruel way of fighting, he had to persist for survival and for the future.
His eyes were fixed on Xingtian surrounded by flames, the fireball in his hand spinning, emitting a scorching light, seemingly ready to launch the final attack at any moment. His heartbeat quickened, his focus on the decisive blow about to happen, which would be his last and most crucial strike in this battle.
Suddenly, just as Zhang Rui was about to release a fireball, Xingtian displayed an incredible vitality and will to survive. From the pain and despair of the muddy ground, Xingtian erupted with astonishing power. His hands violently dug into the hardened soil, his shield and axe tearing at the earth like the teeth and claws of a wild beast.
Xingtian's hands were cut and bloodied by the hardened mud, but he paid no attention to his own pain. His actions carried a kind of desperate madness. Each impact of his axe and shield on the ground was accompanied by a heavy sound and flying dirt. His movements carried an urgent, beast-like quality, as if he were trying to break free from the chains of fate at the last moment.
Zhang Rui Watching this scene, a hint of shock couldn't help but rise in my heart. Xingtian's almost crazy power and unyielding will even made him hesitate for a moment. But he quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, knowing that this was a crucial moment in the battle, and any hesitation could lead to fatal consequences.
Finally, with a heavy sound, Xingtian burst out of the mud like a wild horse breaking free from its reins. His body was like an unbridled beast, soaring from the earth with a body covered in mud and bloodstains, launching another attack on Zhang Rui.
At this moment, Zhang Rui had no hesitation. The fireball in his hand was already poised, and with the sudden appearance of Xingtian, Zhang Rui quickly released the fireball. The massive fireball, accompanied by billowing heat and dazzling light, headed straight for Xingtian, like a falling meteor, tearing through the sky.
Xingtian was unable to dodge in mid-air, only able to watch helplessly as the huge fireball rushed towards him. The scorching heat and powerful impact of the fireball instantly engulfed him, and with a loud roar, Xingtian's figure disappeared in the flames.
Zhang Rui stood still, staring tightly at the center of the explosion, his chest heaving and breathing rapidly. His eyes sparkled with a vigilant light, his body tense, ready to face the possible reappearance of Xingtian. He knew Xingtian was no ordinary opponent, his ability to revive from death almost beyond his comprehension. In this forest, every rustle of the wind could be Xingtian's next attack.
Zhang Rui slowly turned his body, magic flowing within him, his eyes sharp like a hawk, searching for any trace of Xingtian that might be hidden. His heart raced, every second feeling like a race against time, not daring to relax in the slightest.
He tightly clenched his fist, feeling the warmth in his palm, which was the source of his magic and his only reliance when facing Xingtian. He understood that in such a confrontation, any small mistake could lead to fatal consequences.
The surrounding woods appeared somewhat dark in the sunlight, and every rustle of the leaves could be a precursor to Xingtian's next attack. Every breath Zhang Rui took seemed particularly heavy, as his entire body prepared for the potential battle.
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