The palace shook more and more violently, and dark auras continuously seeped through the cracks, resembling countless dark tentacles attempting to break in. Lin Qiye grasped the Divine Artifact Divine Sword, feeling the surges of Spiritual Power emanating from it. He knew a fierce battle was imminent.
"Everyone, be careful!" Lin Qiye shouted loudly, his gaze revealing unprecedented solemnity. Shen Qingzhu held her flute horizontally across her chest, and the flute music sounded once again. This time, however, the melody carried a sense of resolute determination, with Spiritual Power swirling around her, ready at a moment's notice to counter the enemy's attack. The elders of the Xuanxing Family each channeled their Spiritual Power to form a protective barrier, surrounding the stone platform and the divine artifact in the center.
Suddenly, a huge black fissure appeared at the top of the palace, and the forces of the God of Darkness poured in through the crack like a tidal wave. First to appear was a group of dark knights, entirely enveloped in black armor. The armor was carved with evil runes and exuded a thick dark aura. The dark knights rode black warhorses whose eyes flashed with blood-red light. As their hooves trod upon the palace floor, they produced a deafening sound, and every step left behind a black footprint from which Dark Power rapidly spread, corroding everything around it.
Chapter 112