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Zhang Rui is well aware of his current situation. Faced with the formidable and immortal body of Xingtian, he realizes that directly defeating the opponent is almost impossible. Therefore, he changes his strategy and decides to use means of binding and restriction.
He takes a deep breath, focuses all his energy, and begins to simultaneously manipulate the magic of earth and metal. His hands swiftly wave in the air, each movement forming complex and precise magical imprints. On the ground, a huge mass of mud slowly rises, mixed with glittering, liquid metal-like substance. This mass of mud gradually expands into a massive sphere, with the metallic components inside making its texture extremely hard, like a sticky yet indestructible network.
At the moment when Xingtian was still trying to stabilize his figure, a hint of determination flashed in Zhang Rui's eyes. He raised his hands high and slammed the huge clump of mud towards Xingtian. This blow was extremely precise, and the mud acted like a huge prison, tightly trapping Xingtian. His movements were quickly restricted, his whole body tightly wrapped in mud and metallic liquid, making it almost impossible for him to move.
Zhang Rui stood aside, his body still trembling, his heart pounding. He knew that this kind of control wouldn't last long, and he had to act quickly to find a way to resolve this battle. His eyes were filled with tension and unease, the magic inside him still roiling, ready to respond to any possible changes. His brain was working quickly, searching for possible solutions while keeping a watchful eye on Xingtian.
Xingtian struggled intensely in the mud and metal mixture created by Zhang Rui. As the mud and metallic liquid gradually thickened, his movements became slower and slower, but his struggle did not weaken. His massive body rolled in the mud, trying to find any possible gap to escape, but no matter how hard he tried, the viscous mud wrapped around him like layers of cocoons.
His hands began to gather flames, and magic spun in his palms to form a small but extremely dense fireball. The temperature of the fireball was extremely high, and the surrounding air began to distort, emitting a scorching heat. Zhang Rui frowned, knowing that this strike had to be precise and powerful to ensure that Xingtian could not escape.
With a push of his hand, Zhang Rui sent the fireball flying at astonishing speed, heading straight for the mud-metal mixture. As the fireball hit the mixture, the heat instantly surged. The mud and metal liquid quickly began to react, forming a hard substance. During this process, the mud gradually became dry and hard, much like wet mud drying in the sun, but this time due to intense heat. The metal liquid began to combine with the mud, forming a solid substance similar to gypsum, immobilizing Xingtian in place.
Xingtian's struggle reached its peak at this moment, his huge axe and shield fiercely striking the gradually hardening mud-metal prison, emitting deafening sounds. But as time passed, his movements became weaker and weaker, eventually coming to a complete stop within the sturdy mud-metal mixture. At this point, Xingtian's body was completely immobilized, with only his eyes and mouth able to move slightly. His eyes flashed with unwillingness and shock, while his mouth weakly attempted to make a sound.
Zhang Rui stood in the distance, staring at the huge mud-gold statue, feeling the end of the battle. His chest still heaved, every breath filled with exhaustion and relief. He knew that the confrontation with Xingtian would be an important turning point in his journey through the Shadow Realm.
Zhang Rui's heart continued to race, his lungs felt like they were burning, each breath carrying a hot, stabbing pain. He tried to focus on the navigation paper given to him by the White Fox Immortal, attempting to forget the intense battle just now. His magic surged like a wild horse, racing through his veins, injecting the needed energy and vitality into his body.
Even in such a hurried escape, Zhang Rui still heard the terrifying roar of Xingtian echoing in his ears. The sound seemed to come from all directions, entangling his consciousness. He turned around violently several times, only to see the surrounding forest quiet, except for the sound of the wind in the branches and the distant cries of animals, nothing else. Zhang Rui realized that the roar was just the echo of his fear and the aftermath of the battle.
Each time he turned around to confirm, Zhang Rui would take a deep breath, forcing himself to refocus his attention on the road ahead. He knew he couldn't be controlled by fear, and he couldn't slow down at this critical moment. His destination - Shadow League - was still waiting for him.
After a long period of running, Zhang Rui felt his energy gradually depleting, but his heart was filled with curiosity and eagerness for the unknown. His footsteps echoed in the forest, and the trees gradually became sparse, revealing a wide open space in front of him.
Vaguely, a majestic building gradually appeared in his sight. It was a large Taoist temple, its exterior obscured by dense branches and lush green leaves, only vaguely revealing its magnificent silhouette and the flying corners of its roof. The presence of the temple seemed to harmoniously coexist with the surrounding natural environment, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
Zhang Rui stopped in his tracks, gazing at the Taoist temple hidden deep in the forest. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from the building. Though it stood silently, the temple exuded a solemn and inviolable presence, as if it held endless secrets and power within.
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