PNB Chapter 139 Forbidden Land Mist and Difficult Choices
Chapter 139 Forbidden Land Mist and Difficult Choices
The dark aura pressed down like rolling black clouds, carrying a chilling, malevolent power that instantly turned the surrounding air icy cold. At the already eerie entrance to the forbidden area, the mist, stirred by the dark aura, began to churn and surge wildly, like menacing ghosts, constantly shifting shapes—sometimes resembling ferocious beasts, sometimes twisted human figures—as if demonstrating against the crowd, warning them not to take another step forward.
Huanmo felt a chill run down her spine, but the determination in her eyes remained unwavering. She thought, "Having come this far, how can I back down? Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, I must brave it. I absolutely cannot let this evil spirit wreak havoc on the world again." She gripped her sword tightly, the spiritual energy within its blade flickering slightly, as if echoing its master's indomitable will. Although she knew the upcoming battle would be a fight to the death, she was prepared to fight to the bitter end.
Wanru watched the approaching darkness, his palms sweating, the jade flute slipping from his grasp. His heart pounded with anxiety. He thought to himself, "We haven't even entered this forbidden area yet, and we're already being blocked by this evil spirit. The situation is getting increasingly difficult. But everyone else hasn't given up, and I can't be a coward. I must pull myself together." He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and slowly channeled his spiritual energy into the jade flute, preparing to unleash another spiritual wind blade to fight against the darkness.
The gray-robed old man's face was solemn. He shielded Ling'er behind him, his gaze fixed on the mysterious figure, his heart heavy with worry. "This evil spirit is determined to prevent us from entering the forbidden area. Although I'm not afraid of death, what will I do if I can't protect the children? But now there's no other way; I can only risk my old life." He leaned on his cane, the gem at the tip of which flickered, seemingly struggling under the immense pressure.
Ling'er clutched the gray-robed old man's robe tightly, her face pale with fright. But seeing everyone's unwavering resolve, she encouraged herself, "I can't be afraid. I must be brave. I must help everyone defeat this evil thing, find the source of the evil spirit, and save everyone." She closed her eyes, concentrated, and recited the ancient incantation again. Golden light slowly shone from the scroll, though still not very strong, it was like a small lamp of hope in the darkness.
The woman in white frowned, biting her lower lip as her fingers once again touched the strings of the zither. "This evil spirit is truly troublesome. It seems I have no choice but to use my full strength today. I just hope my spiritual power can last a little longer, helping everyone enter the forbidden area smoothly." Her eyes turned cold and resolute, and the zither music suddenly rang out, transforming into beams of spiritual energy that rushed towards the dark aura, attempting to dispel the ink-thick darkness.
Seeing the group's united resistance, the black-robed elder nodded slightly. He quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Mysterious runes flew from his hands, merging into the spiritual power of the group, instantly amplifying their strength. "Everyone, do not fear it. With our combined efforts, we will surely break through this obstacle."
With this combined force, everyone launched their strongest attacks against the dark aura. Huanmo wielded his sword, and wherever the blade passed, spiritual energy collided with the dark aura, erupting in booming sounds and sparks flying everywhere; Wanru's wind blades were even sharper, cutting into the darkness like razor blades, bringing up black fragments; Ling'er's golden runes also flew out continuously, each time they came into contact with the dark aura, they made the evil power tremble; the white-clad woman's zither music was like a surging wave, impacting the dark aura wave after wave; and the gray-robed old man used the spiritual energy shield released by his cane to protect everyone's rear, preventing them from being ambushed by the evil spirit.
Under the relentless onslaught of the group, the dark aura finally began to show signs of retreat. Its power gradually weakened, and the area it covered shrank continuously. The mysterious figure let out angry roars, seemingly unwilling to give up, but it was also unable to withstand the united offensive of the group.
Just when everyone thought they were about to break through the darkness, the evil spirit suddenly changed its strategy. It abruptly gathered the remaining dark energy and transformed it into a black spear, which it thrust towards Ling'er, whose spiritual power was relatively weak. The speed was so fast that it caught everyone off guard.
Upon seeing this, the gray-robed elder was terrified. He quickly held his cane horizontally in front of Ling'er, attempting to use his spiritual energy shield to withstand the attack. "Ling'er, don't be afraid, Grandpa will protect you!" he shouted. However, the power of the black spear was too great. The spiritual energy shield cracked like fragile glass the moment it made contact. The powerful impact forced the gray-robed elder to stagger backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, everyone was extremely anxious. Huanmo roared and rushed towards the black spear without regard for anything else. Wanru also quickened her playing of the jade flute, trying to use wind blades to cut the spear. The woman in white even poured out all her spiritual power, turning the music into a solid barrier to try to stop the spear from advancing.
But the black spear continued to approach Ling'er and the gray-robed elder, and it was about to pierce them. At this critical moment, the black-robed elder suddenly shouted, his figure flashed, and he blocked in front of them. He pushed out a powerful spiritual force with both hands, which collided fiercely with the black spear.
With a deafening roar, the impact of spiritual energy whipped up a gust of wind, dispersing some of the surrounding mist. Although the black-robed elder had blocked the fatal blow, he had also suffered serious injuries, his face turning extremely pale.
The crowd gathered around, looking at the old man in black robes and the old man in gray robes with concern. Ling'er cried and blamed herself, saying, "It's all my fault. I've dragged everyone down with me."
The old man in black robes waved his hand slightly and said weakly, "It's alright. This evil spirit is trying to defeat us one by one. We can't fall into its trap. But the situation is critical now. Once the entrance to this forbidden area opens, we must go in as soon as possible. Otherwise, once this evil spirit recovers its power, we will have no chance. But right now, both I and this old brother are injured, and you..."
Hearing this, everyone was caught in a dilemma. Should they enter the forbidden area first, yet worry about the two elders' injuries? If they stayed to care for them, they feared missing their only chance to enter the forbidden area and eliminate the evil spirit. This predicament left them unsure what to do. Meanwhile, the evil spirit seemed to be secretly gathering strength, preparing to attack again. What should they do? Time ticked by in this tense atmosphere, each second feeling like torture for everyone…