Yan Xiao led the group like a band of fearless warriors, launching a final charge toward the Darkness Core. Their figures cut through the darkness like blazing torches—beacons of hope and a declaration of war against the God of Darkness.
The Darkness Core before them resembled a colossal black whirlpool, spinning relentlessly and exuding a chilling aura. Dark Power surged within it like a roaring, boundless ocean of shadows. The surrounding air felt frozen by this oppressive force, making every breath agonizingly difficult. It was a pressure that weighed directly upon the soul, as if the God of Darkness Himself were watching them, trying to crush their will with sheer terror.
Yan Xiao took the lead, the Golden Spear in his hand blazing with unprecedented brilliance. Yaoyang Sacred Glory rippled along the shaft like burning gold fire. His gaze remained locked on the Darkness Core, resolute and utterly devoid of hesitation. Every step he took carried massive spiritual energy fluctuations as he pushed his power to the absolute limit, bracing for a direct collision with the core.
Chapter 132