After emerging from the Spirit Spring, everyone radiated an indescribable splendor, as though their strength had undergone a qualitative leap at that very moment. Their faces shone with confident smiles, and this confidence was not blind—it came from the increase in their own power.
However, just as they were preparing to begin their journey back, a strange rift suddenly appeared in the sky without warning. Like black lightning tearing across the heavens, it spilled an unprecedented evil aura from within. The aura was dense and powerful, sending chills down their spines.
Then, a gigantic Shadow Figure slowly stepped out of the rift. His body towered like a mountain, and an aura of destruction radiated from him, as though the entire world trembled beneath his pressure. Compared to the evil beings they had encountered before, this Shadow Figure was clearly several times more powerful.
Once the Shadow Figure came to a stop, he let out a cold laugh. "You think becoming stronger means you can stop me? How naive." His voice seemed to come from Nine Nether Hell, cold and dripping with mockery.
Before his words had even faded, the Shadow Figure swept out a hand. Countless bolts of black lightning, like enraged dragons, hurtled toward them. The lightning was incredibly fast and reached them in the blink of an eye.
Faced with the sudden attack, no one panicked. They reacted swiftly. The Divine Bell in their hands blazed with light, while the three Ancient Divine Weapons shone brilliantly at the same time, forming an incomparably sturdy line of defense that forcibly blocked the black lightning.
"Don't panic, everyone!" the young disciple shouted. "Let's cast the Fusion Spell together!" Though his voice was young, it was full of calm confidence.
Hearing this, everyone answered in unison and poured all their spiritual