Despair! Tidal Lotus Lamp! Hope!

Despair, like an icy tide, engulfed everyone's heart.

Zhou Tianjian knelt on the ground, his Third Stage magic sword broken in two during the previous collision.

His eyes were filled with helplessness and resentment.

Even Third-tier Spirit Talisman couldn't withstand the Demon Lord for two breaths.

What else can possibly withstand that?

Fourth-grade Spirit Talisman or Spirit Artifact? Those are simply beyond the reach of a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The next moment, he laughed, a wild laugh.

His face was contorted in a ferocious grimace!

Staring blankly at the sky, tears of blood streamed down my face:

Hahaha! fortuitous opportunity! This is what they call fortuitous opportunity of luck!

What I desperately crave is my own grave!

Hahaha... Hahahaha...

Yun Shu, I... I'm afraid I can't let you be the Sect Leader's wife."

Seeing Zhou Tianjian kneeling on one knee, seemingly on the verge of Qi Deviation, everyone around him turned ashen-faced.

Aren't they the same?

During the three months they spent in the Secret Realm, they experienced life and death, fought against demons and humans, and finally arrived at this place of fortuitous opportunity guided by the token.

But in the end, they were told that it was all a lie.

The so-called fortuitous opportunity was nothing but a complete scam!

Give hope, then extinguish it with your own hands!

How could they possibly accept this outcome?

In the crowd, Zhang Honghan collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant, his blood-stained hands tightly clutching the blood-stained clothes of his dead clansmen.

His whole body trembled, and tears of blood kept flowing from his eyes.

He kept repeating a sentence under his breath:

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Mei, Xiao Shi, I... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Why didn't I listen to Xiao Chen?

I'm so sorry...

As he spoke, he repeatedly banged his forehead against the stone wall beside him, oblivious to the blood streaming down his face.

What great path offers favor?

What are these so-called causes fortuitous opportunity?

Without luck, strength, or special abilities, you can only accept your fate!

Is it really... coming to an end?

Everyone stared at the Bloody Tentacle reaching for their lives in the sky.

Everyone understood that this blow would end everything.

Just as the nine Bloody Tentacle were about to fall.

The Black-Robed Maiden was now radiating a powerful, pale blue Spiritual Qi.

Her black robe billowed high under the influence of this aura, her long skirt fluttered, and her fair legs were faintly visible.

It rose to mid-air.

She wore a light blue long dress, her face mostly obscured by the shadow of the hood, revealing only her beautifully shaped jawline and tightly pursed pale lips, making it impossible to see her features clearly.

But everyone present could feel the aloof aura emanating from him.

She formed a mudra with her hands, and a pale blue lotus flower, emanating a hazy mist, appeared between her brows.

It rose into the air, rotating, and gradually increased in size.

"Water Curtain Heavenly Splendor, protect!"

With a clear shout, water lilies bloomed, and a soft yet resilient Blue Light Barrier, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloped the remaining three thousand or so people behind them.

Bang!

Nine ferocious tentacles slammed into the light screen, causing it to ripple violently. The immense force made the Black-Robed Maiden's delicate body tremble.

A trickle of blood instantly spilled from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained resolute, and she held on with all her might.

Although she can use the Fifth-Rank Spirit Tool, the Tide Lotus Lamp, for a short time, she will also suffer a terrifying backlash.

After all, her cultivation level was only at the Foundation Establishment Peak.

Zhou Tianjian, who sensed this aura from the crowd, was greatly shaken.

This aura was extremely familiar to him.

Luo Lingshuang!

The Black-Robed Maiden before them was none other than Luo Lingshuang, the mysterious top genius on the sect's Genius Ranking!

She actually gained the approval of the Spirit Artifact!

Moreover, the fluctuations of this Spirit Artifact are even stronger than those of the Nine Splendor Sword Sect's Sect-Suppressing Spirit Artifact.

No wonder the Sect Leader and elders all respect her so much.

With such power and background, how could I have dared to provoke her before?

Really...

However, what was even more surprising was the Blood Fiend Demon Lord was about to break free from his seal.

A voice, seemingly emanating from the Nine Nether Hell, rang in everyone's ears:

"Tidal Lotus Lamp! You are a member of the Luo Clan!"

Hehehe! This is truly a stroke of luck!

If Luo Tianhua hadn't helped Li Xuanlong back then, I wouldn't be in this situation!

More than ten thousand years have passed, Luo Tianhua must have died thousands of years ago! Otherwise, this Tidal Lotus Lamp wouldn't have fallen into your hands!

Since Luo Tianhua is dead, seeking revenge on his descendants is just as good!

Die, my lord!

The Blood Fiend Demon Lord unleashed his immense power, and the nine Bloody Tentacle retracted.

The entire cave abode collapsed with a deafening roar.

The Phantom of the Blood Fiend Demon Lord manifested in the sky!

A colossal, overwhelming demonic hand suddenly materialized in the sky.

Boom!

The demonic hand slammed violently onto the Blue Light Barrier.

The mountains, rivers, flowers, trees and plants surrounding the light curtain were all reduced to ashes by the raging waves.

A giant crater, ten miles in diameter, appeared.

Puff!

This attack caused Luo Lingshuang to suffer a severe backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained her chest.

The Water Lotus Spirit Tool flickered rapidly, its light barrier teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Still not working?"

Ultimately, death was inevitable.

Hope was dashed once again, and everyone closed their eyes.

Waiting for death to come.

Only Luo Lingshuang slowly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Because... that person has arrived!

"Blood Fiend Demon Lord! Die!"

A dragon's roar, piercing through countless ages and filled with boundless majesty and fury, suddenly resounded!

Immediately afterwards, a handsome young man wearing a moon-white robe with gold patterns and Dragon Scale patterns outlined in silver thread appeared before the crowd.

His eyes were a pale gold, and his gaze seemed to carry the shadow of a dragon.

A few stray hairs fell across his cheeks, making him appear handsome yet dignified.

"Heh, Li Xuanlong! You dare to challenge the original body by using another's body to manifest?"

How long can this temporary body of yours last?

When the Blood Fiend Demon Lord saw Li Xuanlong arrive, his eyes initially showed a moment of panic, but he quickly calmed down.

Li Xuanlong's true form was sealed by his own Secret Method.

The person before them was merely Li Xuanlong manifesting in another body.

How much of its potential can it unleash?

With a cold laugh, the nine tentacles, like demonic whips of destruction, carrying overwhelming bloodthirsty power, lashed straight at Li Xuanlong.

Without further ado, Li Xuanlong manifested the Dragon Abyss Sword, its Sword Intent soaring into the sky, its sound resounding in all directions.

"Killing you is enough!"

"Nine Dragon Swords - Soaring Dragon Startling Swan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual energy transformed into a solid golden dragon shadow, carrying a sharp Sword Intent that could tear everything apart, and fiercely met the attack.

The sword light collided with the tentacles, and an energy storm swept in all directions, as if space itself was about to shatter.