Above the Southern Region of the Azure Blue Realm, inky clouds churned, carrying a suffocating pressure that made hearts tremble. Chu Mo gripped the Chaos Sword, his vigilant gaze sweeping the surroundings. Having just endured a brutal battle, his aura had yet to settle completely. His clothes were torn, and he was covered in bloodstains.
"Chu Mo, things are bad over at Jing Yuan's side. We have to get there fast!" Yun Che, his childhood sweetheart, cried anxiously beside him. Her face was pale, her forehead covered in sweat, and damp strands of hair clung to her cheeks.
Chu Mo's heart tightened. Without hesitation, he followed Yun Che as they raced toward Mirror Memory City. By the time they arrived, an evil aura had already shrouded the city. The once-peaceful streets were now a complete wreck, shattered prisms scattered everywhere and giving off a faint, eerie glow.
Just then, the mysterious Saintess Su Hanxue appeared before them. Her white robes snapped in the wind, but the usual cold purity had vanished from her face, replaced by a barely discernible sinister smile.
"Chu Mo, you finally came." Su Hanxue's voice carried a trace of mockery. "You really made me wait."
Chu Mo frowned tightly and stared at Su Hanxue with guarded eyes. "What do you mean by this? What happened to Jing Yuan?"
"Jing Yuan? He has already been completely controlled by the Demon God Remnant Thought. He is my puppet now." Su Hanxue chuckled, a vicious glint flashing through her eyes.
"Impossible! You're lying!" Yun Che shouted furiously, the weapon in her hand trembling slightly.
"Believe it or not." Su Hanxue shrugged, then snapped her fingers.
Jing Yuan's figure slowly emerged from the darkness. His eyes were hollow, black mist coiling around his body, while the mirrored weapon in his hand gleamed with a cold light.
"Jing Yuan! Wake up!" Chu Mo shouted, trying to rouse his consciousness.
But Jing Yuan showed no reaction. Like a walking corpse, he charged at Chu Mo and Yun Che. Chu Mo swiftly raised his sword to block, and the Chaos Sword collided with Jing Yuan's mirrored weapon with a piercing clang.
During the fierce battle, Chu Mo discovered that Jing Yuan's attacks were growing sharper and sharper, while his strength seemed to be constantly increasing. What filled him with even greater despair was that the Chaos Power within his body had begun to fall into disorder, no longer flowing smoothly.
There isn't much time. I have to find a way to break Jing Yuan's control within ten minutes, or everything will be over. Chu Mo was frantic, beads of sweat the size of soybeans forming on his forehead.
Just then, Su Hanxue suddenly spoke. "Chu Mo, do you really think you can defeat Jing Yuan and me? Stop dreaming. I have been using you all along. I approached you from the very beginning to obtain your Chaos Sword and the Primordial Sword Art."
"You!" Chu Mo was overcome by anger and shock. He had never imagined that Su Hanxue, who had seemed so kind all this time, was actually the hidden hand behind everything.
"Now, hand over the Chaos Sword and the Primordial Sword Art. I may consider sparing your lives." Su Hanxue said smugly.
Chu Mo gritted his teeth and silently considered his options. I can't hand over the Chaos Sword, or the consequences will be unimaginable. But the situation is far too unfavorable for us. What should I do?
At that critical moment, Jing Yuan's body suddenly trembled, and a trace of clarity flashed through his eyes. "Chu Mo, quickly... use the reversal technique of the Primordial Sword Art. There may still be a sliver of hope." Jing Yuan's voice was weak and urgent.
Chu Mo was overjoyed. Without hesitation, he circulated the Primordial Sword Art and tried to unleash the reversal technique. But the moment he activated the art, he felt a powerful resistance spreading through his body, as if an invisible pair of hands were stopping him.
"Haha, did you think I would let you use your technique so easily? Don't waste your effort." Su Hanxue mocked.
Second by second, Chu Mo's situation became increasingly dangerous. Watching Jing Yuan gradually fall under the Demon God Remnant Thought's control once more, his heart filled with unwillingness and despair.
Is there really no way left? Chu Mo roared inwardly, while the Chaos Sword in his hand grew heavier and heavier...
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