A Fantasy Love Story Across the Warring States Period

Chapter 155 Blazing Despair and the Opportunity for Concealment

The black flames, like a raging tidal wave, swept in with overwhelming force, instantly turning the stone house into an eerie sea of ​​fire. The flames were a deep, inky black, with eerie blue edges that shimmered, as if they came from the depths of hell, exuding a chilling aura. Each flame was like a living demon, twisting and leaping wantonly, trying to devour everyone.

Huanmo gripped his sword tightly, channeling his spiritual energy into the blade like a surging torrent, forming a spiritual energy shield in front of him. Despite his resolute expression, a hint of worry flickered in his eyes. "These flames are too strange; I'm afraid the spiritual energy shield won't last long. Wanru and the others are still with me. No matter what, I must protect them." The intense heat of the flames scorched his face, sweat pouring down like rain, only to evaporate instantly.

As the female lead, Wanru was acutely aware of the critical situation. Her fingers danced rapidly on the jade flute, playing a sharp and stirring melody. Spiritual energy transformed into countless wind blades, slashing towards the black flames in an attempt to weaken their attack. However, the wind blades vanished upon contact with the flames, like mud oxen sinking into the sea, instantly swallowed up without leaving a trace. "These flames are too powerful; ordinary spiritual energy attacks are completely ineffective. We need to think of another way," she thought anxiously, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, her eyes revealing a hint of worry and helplessness.

Ling'er clutched the scroll tightly, hiding behind Huanmo and Wanru. Her face was flushed red by the flames, and tears welled up in her eyes. "How terrifying! Will these flames burn us all?" Her voice trembled, and her body shook uncontrollably. But she knew she couldn't panic at this moment. She suppressed her fear and focused her mind on maintaining the golden shield on the scroll, adding another layer of protection for everyone.

The woman in white sat cross-legged, gently playing the guqin. The music was melodious yet tinged with a sense of solemnity. Her gaze was focused, attempting to sense the changes in the surrounding spiritual energy through the music, searching for a weakness in the flames. "These black flames contain powerful yet chaotic spiritual energy. They seem invincible, but everything in this world has its weaknesses. We must find a way to break them," she thought silently as she played, hoping to find a glimmer of hope amidst the chaotic fluctuations of spiritual energy.

The black flames relentlessly assaulted everyone's spiritual energy shields, causing more and more cracks to appear, threatening to shatter at any moment. Huanmo gritted his teeth, increasing his spiritual energy output, veins bulging on his forehead. "I can't give up, I must hold on!" His eyes were filled with unyielding spirit. Although his body was already exhausted from the massive consumption of spiritual energy, his will was as firm as steel.

Wanru stared anxiously at the cracks in the shield. She turned to Huanmo and said loudly, "Huanmo, this can't go on. We must take the initiative and find the source of the flames. Only then can we truly resolve this crisis." She knew that passive defense would only lead them to a dead end; only by actively seeking a way out could they have a glimmer of hope.

Huanmo nodded slightly and said, "You're right, Wanru. But these flames are so dense that we can't see the direction at all. How can we find the source?" His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness. In this sky full of black flames, finding the source was no easy task.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Ling'er suddenly pointed in a direction and shouted, "Look, the flames over there seem to be dimmer!" Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing and sure enough, they saw that in a corner of the stone house, the density of the black flames seemed to be slightly lower, and a blurry shadow could be faintly seen behind them.

Huanmo's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Perhaps the source of the flames is over there. Let's rush over!" He gripped his sword tightly and charged towards the area where the flames were less intense. Wanru, Ling'er, and the woman in white followed closely behind, using their spiritual power to fend off the surrounding flames as they advanced.

However, they had only taken a few steps forward when the black flames seemed to sense their intentions and became even more ferocious. Like an enraged beast, the flames opened their blood-red maws and lunged at the group. Huanmo swung his sword fiercely, slashing at the oncoming flames, but the fire surged relentlessly like a tidal wave, leaving him struggling to keep up.

Wanru then conjured a powerful wind barrier of spiritual energy, attempting to block the flames' onslaught. However, the wind barrier teetered precariously under the impact of the flames. "No, these flames are too fierce, we can't get through!" she cried anxiously, her heart filled with frustration.

Just as everyone was in trouble again, the woman in white suddenly stopped playing and said, "Listen to me, everyone. Although the spiritual energy fluctuations of this flame are powerful, they are not without pattern. I just sensed through the music that the power of the flame weakens briefly every now and then. We can use this gap to rush through."

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in everyone's hearts. Huanmo looked at the woman in white and asked, "Can you confirm the duration of this interval?"

The woman in white nodded slightly and said, "I will try to sense through the music again and be as accurate as possible. Huanmo, Wanru, get ready to sprint with all your might. Ling'er, continue to maintain the shield and protect everyone."

Having said that, the woman in white gently stroked the zither again, and melodious music filled the air. Everyone waited with rapt attention, preparing to launch their final assault the moment the flames weakened.

However, the mysterious voice rang out again, tinged with mockery: "You think you can find my weakness? It's all in vain. None of you will leave!" As the voice fell, some strange figures suddenly appeared from the black flames. These figures were neither human nor inhuman, wielding black blades, and rushed towards the group.

Caught between flames and malevolent shadows, can the group seize the moment when the flames weaken, break through the obstacles, and find the source of the fire? And what even more terrifying methods will the master behind the mysterious voice use to stop them? Everything is fraught with unknowns and uncertainties; their fate hangs by a thread…