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Zhang Qi's shovel struck heavily against the special stone on stone Beast's neck, instantly creating a crack in the stone.
stone Beast let out a painful roar, its voice echoing like a thunderclap in the narrow tomb passage, causing everyone's eardrums to ache and their bodies to tremble violently.
At this critical moment, the entire Daxing'anling Ancient Tomb seemed to shake in response, dust swirling down from the passage like a fine gray rain, obscuring everyone's vision.
Seeing this, the old man in the black robe grew anxious and intensified his dark magic, attempting to heal stone Beast's wounds and retaliate against the group.
His black robe billowed wildly under the powerful magic, as if possessed by a demon, rustling ominously.
The incantations spilled from his lips more urgently, sounding like the hooting of an owl at night or the howling of a malevolent spirit, sending chills down spines.
"You ants, do not get too proud!" the old man in the black robe bellowed, his eyes glinting with a fierce red light beneath the shadow of his hood, as if he intended to devour everyone.
But at that moment, the group stood united, showing no signs of retreat. Lao Hu and Wang Batian's men continued to engage stone Beast in close combat, restraining its movements.
Lao Hu shouted, "Brothers, don't let it recover!" He charged at stone Beast like a fierce lion, disregarding his own injuries as he lunged again and again.
His body was covered in dust and blood, his hair disheveled, yet his gaze burned with intensity.
With a dagger aimed at stone Beast's eye, he slashed through the air with a glint of cold light. His movements were swift and decisive as he sought to disorient stone Beast.
Wang Batian's men were also inspired; Zhao Liu shouted, "Let's go for broke; we might as well perish together!"
He was tall and muscular, swinging the large axe in his hands as he struck fiercely at the legs of the stone Beast.
Each blow was delivered with all his strength, his face splattered with the stone debris falling from the stone Beast. Sweat mixed with dust carved deep grooves on his face, but he paid no mind to it; his heart was filled only with the determination to defeat evil.
A Ling was locked in a duel of spells with the old man in the black robe, their powers colliding in the air and flashing with brilliant light.
With her eyes tightly shut, A Ling chanted incantations without pause, pouring all her spiritual energy into them. The veins on her forehead bulged, resembling small blue snakes writhing beneath her skin.
"Good will triumph over evil; your schemes will not succeed!" she shouted, her voice clear yet powerful, echoing far within the eerie ancient tomb.
Her body trembled slightly, but she steadfastly held her ground. The gestures of her hands became increasingly rapid, as if weaving an invisible net to ensnare the dark powers of the old man.
At a critical moment, Professor Li discovered ancient runes related to sealing evil forces on the walls of the tomb and deciphered how to activate the seal.
His face was a mix of surprise and tension; excitement brought a flush to his wrinkled cheeks, and his eyes sparkled behind his glasses. He called out loudly, "Everyone listen to my command! Stand firm in the four cardinal directions and channel your power to me!"
His gaze conveyed undeniable resolve. Though his body trembled slightly, it was due to excitement and responsibility. He understood that this was their only chance for survival, and there could be no mistakes.
Upon hearing him, everyone quickly followed Professor Li's instructions. Zhang Qi took his position in the east, taking a deep breath as he focused his thoughts. He gripped his shovel tightly, as if it were a sacred weapon against the forces of evil.
His gaze was steady and concentrated as he looked toward the stone Beast and the old man in black. Silently, he prayed for the success of the seal.
He recalled the hardships and dangers they had faced along their journey, and thoughts of fallen comrades only strengthened his resolve.
Lao Hu stood in the south, adjusting his breath. Despite the excruciating pain from his wounds, each breath felt like a knife tearing at his flesh. He gritted his teeth and maintained a resolute gaze ahead.
He silently vowed to protect everyone, refusing to let evil prevail. In the west, A Ling formed hand seals, channeling her magical powers continuously.
Her complexion was slightly pale, yet it radiated determination. For the sake of this land and those around her, she was willing to sacrifice everything.
Wang Batian's subordinates were also on high alert in their respective positions, united in their efforts to harness the power of the seal to completely subdue evil.
At that moment, the ancient tomb was filled with a tense yet hopeful atmosphere; the final showdown between good and evil was about to begin.
Everyone's hearts were tightly connected. They knew this battle was a matter of life and death. Only by standing together could they hope to overcome this formidable evil force, restore peace to the ancient tomb, and spare the world from catastrophe.
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