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As the strength of the crowd converged, a strange light began to emanate within the tomb, shining brightly in the dim and eerie Daxing'anling Ancient Tomb, like a beacon of hope piercing through layers of darkness.
The eerie green Phosphorescence quickly dimmed under the glow, as if intimidated by this righteous power.
The light gradually enveloped the stone Beast and the old man in the black robe.
The stone Beast's struggles became increasingly sluggish, its massive body seeming to sink into a quagmire. Each movement appeared laborious, and its once-glowing red eyes gradually lost their luster. The fierce glint that had once been so terrifying was replaced by a hint of despair and unwillingness.
Its limbs trembled slightly as it attempted to break free from the tightening force, but every effort proved futile, resulting only in a deep, muffled growl—a final sigh against fate.
The old man's evil spells seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, the light flickering erratically. His face was filled with terror and rage; the features hidden beneath his robe twisted grotesquely, veins bulging on his forehead like writhing worms.
His lips moved rapidly as he chanted more powerful incantations, trying to break through the sealing force, but to no avail. His hands flailed wildly in the air, causing his robe to billow violently, like a beast trapped in a cage making its last desperate struggle.
Zhang Qi and the others gritted their teeth and continued to channel their strength without pause.
Zhang Qi felt as if his body were being drained of energy; sweat poured down his face, and his vision blurred. Yet he kept encouraging himself in his mind: "I must hold on; I cannot let our efforts go to waste!"
His hands gripped the shovel tightly, his arms trembling slightly but never loosening their hold. His legs quaked from prolonged exertion, yet he stood firm as if rooted in place.
Determination shone in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the sealed stone Beast and the old man in black, as if he could pierce through evil itself with that look.
In the center of the light, Professor Li recited an ancient sealing incantation. The words were obscure and difficult to understand, spoken in a deep and solemn tone that seemed like a call from antiquity.
He gestured in the air with both hands, tracing complex runes as his fingers danced swiftly, weaving an invisible net. "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, all evils return, seal take form!" Professor Li proclaimed loudly.
His expression was serious and focused, his eyes behind the glasses sparkling with wisdom and determination.
The runes grew larger with his movements, drifting toward the stone Beast and the old man in the black robe, carving mysterious paths through the air before tightly ensnaring them. The runes shimmered with golden light, resembling lively chains that bound the evil firmly.
"We did it! We succeeded!" Li Si, Wang Batian's subordinate, shouted excitedly, his face lit up with joy from having survived a catastrophe, tears of excitement glistening in his eyes.
He raised his weapon high and swung it forcefully in the air, as if declaring this victory to the world.
The stone Beast let out one last unwilling roar, its voice echoing through the tomb passage, causing everyone's ears to buzz, but it remained sealed in place.
The old man in the black robe was also immobilized by the runes, glaring fiercely at everyone while muttering curses under his breath. "Don't get too proud; this evil power won't be sealed forever!" His voice was hoarse and deep, filled with resentment.
Lao Hu let out a long sigh and said, "Finally managed to contain this menace. Thanks to everyone's teamwork."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, and though fatigue marked his face, there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.
He wiped the sweat and blood from his face; his resolute features bore the marks of battle, hair disheveled against his forehead. Yet at that moment, he cared little for his appearance, filled only with joy over their victory and gratitude for his companions.
A Ling also relaxed, her voice weak as she said, "This journey has been truly difficult. I hope everything can finally come to an end."
Her body swayed slightly; casting spells had drained her too much energy.
Her face was as pale as paper, her lips devoid of color, yet there remained a glimmer of determination in her eyes—a steadfast belief that justice would ultimately triumph over evil.
Her hands hung weakly at her sides, trembling slightly, as if she lacked even the strength to lift them.
The crowd gazed at the sealed stone Beast and the old man in the black robe, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
Wang Batian's other subordinate, Wang Wu, stepped forward and patted Zhang Qi on the shoulder, saying, "Brother, we owe this to you. Let's put our past grievances behind us."
Zhang Qi smiled faintly in response, "As long as we're all alive, that's what matters. There will be many more challenges ahead for us to face together."
Their eyes met, and in each other's gaze, they found trust and respect.
After their harrowing experiences in the perilous and mysterious ancient tomb, they were no longer adversaries but partners moving forward together into an unknown future. The Daxing'anling tomb would continue to slumber beneath this land, its secrets perhaps to be unveiled again one day in the future—but that would be the beginning of another story.
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