The 25th Chapter: The Black Gate

In the underground passage, a stench of decay assailed the nostrils.

The silhouette of Hei Shen was faint, and he was already preparing to block the wounds on his body.

Those small, dark pores were oozing blood, and he was using his body's strength to resist the poison. Under the pressure of the passage, it was surprisingly as if he had no strength.

"The attack power is concentrated, the attack power is strong, and the speed of blood flow is also abnormal. This poison is too potent!"

Hei Shen felt dizzy, his vision blurred, and his senses were somewhat unclear. His hand holding the knife also began to tremble.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that his own life might always be in the hands of the person behind him, always appearing in the underground passage of the underworld.

"Scared? Hurry up and get some courage."

A deep voice echoed in his ears, with a hint of casual indifference.

He cleared his throat and walked towards Hei Shen. His figure was like a ghost, and flames of black fire appeared on his shoulders. That was the perfect fusion of strength and flesh, a phantom transformation.

"Black Flame!" Jia Ling hummed in a low voice. His shoulders tore apart like a meteor, and a beam of light shot towards Hei Shen's abdomen.

At that moment, the space distorted, and an indescribable power erupted. Hei Shen's abdomen was torn open by a large hole.

"The principle of Black Flame is that the difference between the attack and the body's defense is only 0.000001 seconds, so the void generated by the attack is a phenomenon."

The spatial distortion caused by the attack was far beyond ordinary. Its average power reached 2.5 times that of ordinary attacks, which was the highest realm that the body's defense could achieve.

The part that shot out the Black Flame, Jia Ling's body entered a state of phantom transformation, and the use of strength became as smooth as flowing water.

He retracted his right hand that shot out the Black Flame, as if recalling the intoxicating feeling of the previous moment, and the light shone brightly on his shoulders.

He looked at Hei Shen, who was lying on the ground, and Jia Ling couldn't help but sigh, "The attack power is also too strong."

His words contained both admiration for the power of the Black Flame and a sense of respect for Hei Shen's resistance.

"Who exactly are you?"

Hei Shen weakly raised his head and looked at Jia Ling, as if wanting to see through his disguise and wait for him to explain.

"Is that all you can say?"

Jia Ling asked indifferently, his eyes filled with judgment on Hei Shen's fate.

Suddenly, a small figure of a young boy with a dragon head appeared from Hei Shen's abdomen. He was his only hope and sustenance.

He chuckled to himself and said, "Three years later, my son will be reborn in the Pure Land, and you will be buried with him."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and his body relaxed as if he was about to fall asleep.

After a long time, the dragon's eyes suddenly opened again.

Hei Shen slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold ground, while Jia Ling stood beside him, using his reverse force to treat his wound.

After a long time, the wounds on Hei Shen's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the internal organs also returned to their original state, as if they had never been injured.

He understood this scene, and a touch of emotion arose in his heart.

"Your fate has been fulfilled, but it is not over for my brother. You can still die."

Jia Ling's voice echoed in his ears, filled with an indescribable sense of urgency.

Hei Shen stood up and stretched his bones, finding that his fatal wounds had miraculously healed.

"I didn't expect you to have the ability to control the dragon, and you can still use it to treat people. Not bad. Who saved you?"

Hei Shen was extremely grateful. If not for this, he would have died immediately.

"It's because you are still useful to me." Jia Ling said, and his figure flashed, and he launched an attack on Hei Shen.

His movements were swift and powerful, like a fierce storm.

Hei Shen didn't know why, but Jia Ling's strength was not fake. His senses told him that if he didn't resist, he would die again.

Moreover, he was somewhat unconvinced that he had just regained consciousness. He had to summon twelve points of spirit and energy, and Jia Ling would save him again.

The underground passage once again echoed with the sound of the two fighting. The sound of blades clashing was sharp.

Every collision was accompanied by the sound of the heart beating, as if the entire passage was shaking.

After dozens of rounds, Jia Ling found an opportunity and struck Hei Shen's back with a palm.

Black flames appeared on his shoulders again. That was the phantom transformation of the Black Flame.

Hei Shen did not dare to be careless and could only summon his courage.

However, Jia Ling's strength was too strong. Hei Shen was directly blown away by the surrounding debris.

When he landed, Hei Shen's body was already shattered, and it looked extremely shocking.

However, he did not relax his vigilance and instead used his spiritual light to stare at Jia Ling, as if he was about to tear him apart alive.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Ling's heart sped up, and he could no longer stand still. Hei Shen appeared in front of him again.

This time, black flames appeared on his shoulders again.

"Black Flame!"

Jia Ling hummed and his shoulders tore apart like a meteor, and a beam of light shot towards Hei Shen's left abdomen.

The dark figure let out another groan, his body covered in more wounds.

He struggled to stand on the ground, his eyes gradually losing their focus, as if the ghostly shadow had lost its consciousness.

Just then, Jia Ruo Mo used her Reversal Shockwave again, healing his wounds.

The dark figure slowly opened his eyes and saw Jia Ruo Mo's eyes filled with concern.

"What exactly do you want? Do you want to skin me and take my flesh? Even demons have their limits!" he grumbled at Jia Ruo Mo resentfully.

Jia Ruo Mo remained silent, her eyes filled with a complex emotion.

"I don't think you have any use for me, and you don't want to die. So don't be so self-righteous. You've already lost too many battles, and you still have hope."

His words carried a hint of sadness, which made Jia Ruo Mo establish a somewhat understanding relationship with the dark figure at this moment.

In the long underground passage, the sound of footsteps was still echoing in the air, and the sound of breathing mixed into a mess.

The dark figure slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes filled with confusion and incomprehensibility. He stared deathly at Jia Ruo Mo in front of him, as if he wanted to engrave the other party's appearance in his mind.

"You... you... what exactly are you! How can you spit out black fog!"

In fact, the dark figure had already noticed the powerful aura emanating from the ghost in his arms. For any ghost, this was a rare opportunity.

However, Jia Ruo Mo seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, and her words made people tremble.