As the power of the Dark Monsters continued to grow, their attacks became increasingly fierce and brutal. With every swing of its sharp claws, the monster whipped up a surging tempest carrying endless Dark Spiritual Power, sweeping wildly toward the crowd with the force of an avalanche. This dark storm seemed to possess the terrifying might to devour everything in its path, chilling everyone to the bone.
Not only that, but the venom spewed by the Dark Monsters covered a far wider range than before, and its toxicity was staggering. The dark green venom fell like raindrops; wherever it passed, whether it was the incomparably hard palace floor or the thick, solid walls, everything was instantly and thoroughly eroded, leaving behind shocking, gaping holes.
Lin Qiye, caught in the thick of the battle, moved with the agility of a phantom. While dodging the fierce attacks of the Dark Monsters, he tightly gripped the Divine Artifact Divine Sword in his hand, thrusting it repeatedly to engage the monster in intense combat. However, as time passed, Lin Qiye gradually sensed that something was amiss—the originally dazzling five-colored light of the Divine Artifact Divine Sword was beginning to dim, and the power it contained seemed to be steadily weakening. Facing this situation, Lin Qiye was burning with anxiety; he knew all too well that if this stalemate continued, the consequences would be unimaginable. The most urgent task right now was to quickly find the fatal weakness of the D…
Chapter 114