The tremors from the altar continued, and the underground space became increasingly chaotic. Lin Ye’s fury changed the atmosphere of the entire underground palace, completely disrupting the sacrificial ritual. The faces of the black-robed disciples were filled with shock and anger, but soon, their eyes were filled with cold killing intent, as if a pack of wolves had suddenly detected the presence of prey.
1. The Siege
"Kill him!" The golden-robed elder's command was like a thunderclap, instantly setting the black-robed disciples around him into motion. Dozens of spells and attacks exploded almost simultaneously. In the blink of an eye, countless beams of light surged towards Lin Ye.
"Beast clan? You will die here today!" A black-robed disciple shouted fiercely, wielding his magical tool and releasing an ice blade aimed directly at Lin Ye. His attack was swift and deadly, and the air seemed to carry a bone-chilling cold. The other black-robed disciples did not fall behind, with various attacks flooding in—fire, lightning, poison... The spells intertwined in the air like a torrential downpour, nearly covering the entire underground space.
Lin Ye had no way to retreat. Faced with this violent onslaught, his gaze grew even more determined. His dragon body stretched, and he began to radiate the brilliance of demon power. His powerful aura exploded in an instant, like an enraged dragon leaping in a storm. Every time a spell neared, he used his demon power to protect his body and quickly counterattacked.
"Good!" Lin Ye sneered, his hands forming seals as his demon power surged like waves, blocking wave after wave of attacks. However, the black-robed disciples' assault grew more intense, each attack containing immense spiritual energy.
"Hmph, a mere beast clan, how could they possibly withstand our combined attack?" A black-robed disciple sneered, and the subsequent spell became even fiercer, as if it wanted to devour Lin Ye entirely.
Lin Ye gritted his teeth, using all his strength to resist these attacks, but gradually, wounds began to appear on his body. Blood seeped from between his scales, staining his metallic-like dragon body.
2. The Might of the Golden-Robed Elder
At this moment, the golden-robed elder's figure slowly descended from above the altar, and a powerful aura filled the air. His gaze was cold, fixed firmly on Lin Ye, as if looking at a prey about to perish. The golden-robed elder raised his hand, and the aura within him gathered like a raging torrent.
"Enough." The golden-robed elder’s voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. With a gentle flick of his finger, a golden light immediately swept towards Lin Ye. It was as if the air itself had been torn open, and a golden ray, like a sharp sword, slashed towards Lin Ye.
The golden light was incredibly fast, carrying an unparalleled sharpness, directly breaking through Lin Ye’s defenses and cutting across his shoulder, leaving a deep wound. Blood sprayed out, and the pain caused a flicker of hesitation in Lin Ye’s eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to fall.
"Golden-robed elder... truly powerful," Lin Ye silently thought. He knew that the opponent before him was no ordinary strong foe. If he did not give his all, he might not even be able to take Wang Bo away.
The golden-robed elder’s attack did not stop. He raised his hand again, and the golden light in his palm transformed into ten sharp swords, each carrying an overwhelming force, striking toward Lin Ye like thunder. Each golden ray was like a lightning bolt, swiftly slashing toward Lin Ye’s body. If struck, it would undoubtedly cause fatal damage.
Lin Ye’s face grew even more serious. Facing such a powerful enemy, relying solely on demon power might not allow him to leave unscathed.
3. Wounded
The golden-robed elder’s attacks were merciless and precise. Each strike carried immense pressure. Although Lin Ye tried his best to dodge, he still couldn’t avoid several of the attacks. Each time the golden light collided with the demon power, it triggered explosive blasts, and the ground cracked instantly from the shockwaves.
Lin Ye’s body began to struggle under the intensity of the attacks. Blood continuously seeped from his body. His scales had started to crack, and the wounds in his muscles could not heal. His gaze was filled with determination, but also a trace of pain and helplessness.
"Damn it!" Lin Ye cursed softly. The anger in his heart made him even more unwilling to give up. He had to hold on. He couldn’t let the black-robed disciples succeed, nor could he let Wang Bo fall into danger again.
He gritted his teeth and charged forward. His demon power was almost exhausted, but he refused to give up. Just then, a figure suddenly flashed before him, quickly rushing toward Wang Bo. The black-robed disciples didn’t even react in time, and Lin Ye swiftly defeated them.
"Wang Bo!" Lin Ye shouted loudly, rushing to Wang Bo’s side and quickly lifting him onto his back.
The golden-robed elder sneered, stepping closer, seemingly unwilling to give Lin Ye any chance to escape. "Foolish beast clan, do you think you can leave alive?"
However, Lin Ye’s eyes still held steadfast determination. He took a deep breath, preparing to face an even greater challenge. Nothing could stop him from saving Wang Bo. His resolve and anger had already surpassed all fear.
4. Conclusion
Though Lin Ye’s body was covered in wounds, his fighting spirit had not diminished. How much longer could he hold out against the siege of the golden-robed elder and the black-robed disciples? How would he break through the encirclement and keep Wang Bo alive? How would this life-or-death duel end?
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