Hu Yuan felt the pressure grow heavier and heavier the deeper he went into the passage. His clothes were already soaked through with cold sweat, and the dragon patterns on the Tiangang Sword had lost their luster. Just as he felt himself running out of strength, the sound of dragging chains suddenly echoed from ahead, and a giant figure emerged from the darkness—it was a giant clad in shattered armor. The armor was covered in the traces of time, rusted and scarred, as if it had endured countless battles and the erosion of the ages. In the giant's hollow eye sockets flickered two clusters of eerie blue flames, which shimmered in the darkness like ghost fires from the abyss, exuding a bone-chilling aura. In its hand, it grasped a rusted giant axe, the blade wrapped in countless wailing souls that emitted faint cries in the dark.
"This is a puppet! Use the power of Yin and Yang to break its core!" Xiaoling's voice rang out in Hu Yuan's Divine Sense, striking like a heavy hammer that roused his collapsing will.
Hu Yuan was shaken to his core. Forcing himself to gather his true essence, the spiritual power within his body surged frantically. His hands trembled slightly as he raised the Tiangang Sword, channeling the Yin and Yang true essence from his Fetal Origin into the blade, while borrowing and superimposing the spiritual power of the Lesser World to drive it in mutual resonance. The body of the Tiangang Sword instantly burst with intertwining black and white light, flickeri…
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