The young disciple fought the demon god at close quarters, every move fraught with danger and excitement. Although the Divine Bell had strengthened him to some extent, the demon god was simply too powerful. Its attacks came like a gale and rainstorm, leaving no time to react.
Under the demon god's fierce assault, the young disciple gradually began to falter. His breathing grew ragged, and beads of sweat the size of beans formed on his forehead. Yet he did not retreat. He clenched his teeth and stubbornly continued to resist the demon god.
Just as the demon god's next attack was about to strike the young disciple, a dazzling streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky like lightning. To everyone's astonishment, their master from the base arrived as if descending from heaven.
The master held an immortal sword, his entire body radiating an awe-inspiring presence. He let out a thunderous shout that shook their hearts. With a sweep of his arm, the immortal sword carved an arc through the air and slashed straight at the demon god with fierce sword energy.
The demon god had clearly not expected the master's sudden arrival and was wounded by the unexpected strike. Its body jolted violently, forcing it several steps back as it let out an enraged roar.
The master's arrival greatly boosted everyone's morale. They intensified their attacks, unleashing all manner of spells upon the demon god like raindrops. The Divine Bell's chimes, their spells, and the master's immortal sword power worked in concert, forming a mighty offensive that surged toward the demon god like a raging torrent.
Feeling unprecedented pressure, the demon god began to grow restless. It abandoned its original defense and attacked with all its strength. For a time, the winds and clouds changed color, and heaven and