flstandardbreds Chapter 157 Lava Tide and Life-or-Death Choice
Chapter 157 Lava Tide and Life-or-Death Choice
Inside the stone house, as a mysterious voice resounded, the ground seemed to be torn apart by the hand of a giant. From the jagged cracks, black magma gushed forth like a raging torrent. The magma emitted a nauseating, pungent odor, its surface shimmering with an eerie, ghostly light, as if it were an evil force from the deepest depths of hell, eager to devour everyone. The surging magma swept in with overwhelming force, instantly melting stone in its path with a hissing sound. Thick black smoke rose, intertwining with black flames, plunging the entire stone house into an even more chaotic and dangerous situation.
Huanmo's expression instantly turned extremely grave. He knew that the situation had reached a critical moment of life and death. "Everyone be careful! This lava is too dangerous! We mustn't touch it!" he shouted, warning his companions while quickly looking around for a way to escape. However, the entire stone house was almost entirely shrouded in flames and shadows, leaving very little space to hide. "We can't just sit here and wait to die! We must find a way to break out!" he thought to himself, his eyes revealing determination and resolve. Although his body was exhausted from the previous battle and his wounds were throbbing, as the leader of the group, he could not show the slightest fear at this moment.
A flicker of fear crossed Wanru's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. "Huanmo, what should we do?" she asked anxiously, her grip on the jade flute tightening unconsciously until her knuckles turned white. She knew that in this critical moment, she had to remain calm and follow Huanmo's instructions.
Huanmo watched the approaching lava, his mind racing as he considered a strategy. "Wanru, you, Ling'er, and the girl in white, concentrate your spiritual energy to strengthen your shields and try to withstand the impact of the lava. I'll lure away those shadowy figures to create an opportunity for you." His voice was steady and powerful, his eyes revealing an unwavering determination.
Wanru gritted her teeth and nodded, "Okay, be careful!" She understood that this was the only feasible solution at the moment. Although she was worried about Huanmo's safety, she could only choose to trust him.
Wielding a longsword, Huanmo charged towards the densest concentration of shadowy figures with lightning speed. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, locked onto their every move. "Come on, you evil creatures!" he roared, the spiritual energy on his sword blazing brightly, like a blazing sun, radiating dazzling light in the darkness. Each swing of his sword unleashed a powerful burst of spiritual energy, clashing with the blades in the shadowy figures' hands, producing crisp, clanging sounds. The shadowy figures seemed enraged by Huanmo's sudden attack, abandoning their siege of Wanru and the others, and instead pounced on Huanmo.
Wanru watched Huanmo fight the shadowy figure alone, her heart filled with worry and anxiety. "Ling'er, White-Clad Girl, we cannot let Huanmo's sacrifice go to waste! We must strengthen the shield!" she shouted, then poured all her spiritual power into the jade flute, playing a stirring melody. The spiritual power transformed into sturdy wind walls, surrounding everyone and echoing the golden shield, together resisting the impact of the lava.
Ling'er's face flushed red, her eyes filled with determination. "I will, Sister Wanru!" She clutched the book tightly, muttering to herself, and the golden shield shone even brighter, as if she were waging a life-or-death battle against the forces of darkness.
The woman in white played her guqin with focused concentration, the music melodious yet resolute. "Everyone, hold on! We can get through this!" Her eyes revealed a hint of weariness, but even more so, an unwavering belief. Her music acted like an invisible force, constantly repairing the shield's weaknesses while simultaneously disrupting the shadowy figure's movements.
However, the power of the magma was simply too great. The shield hissed and crackled under the impact, its light growing increasingly dim. Under the onslaught of the shadowy figures, Huanmo gradually felt his strength waning. The shadowy figures seemed to sense Huanmo's exhaustion, their attacks intensifying, countless black blades stabbing towards his vital points.
Huanmo fought desperately against the attacks of the shadowy figures, his body already bearing multiple wounds, his clothes stained crimson with blood. "Are we really going to perish here?" A flicker of despair crossed his mind, but it was quickly replaced by unwavering resolve. "No, I can't give up, everyone's waiting for me!" He gritted his teeth, unleashing a powerful surge of spiritual energy that temporarily repelled the surrounding shadowy figures.
Just then, the woman in white suddenly shouted, "Huanmo, I sense that the power of the flames is weakening. This might be an opportunity!"
Huanmo was overjoyed and shouted back, "Wanru, get ready! Once the power of the flames weakens, we'll rush in the direction Ling'er pointed out earlier!"
Wanru nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, we're ready!"
However, just as everyone was preparing to seize this fleeting opportunity, the mysterious voice rang out again, full of mockery and malice: "You think you can escape my control? That's just wishful thinking!" As the voice fell, the roof of the stone house began to collapse, and huge stones rained down on everyone.
Under the triple threat of lava, shadowy figures, and falling rocks, can the group seize the moment when the flames weaken and successfully break through the encirclement? And can Huanmo lead everyone to safety before he runs out of strength? Everything is fraught with uncertainty and unpredictability; their fate hangs in the balance, and a life-or-death decision lies before them…