Under the tide-like onslaught, the situation of Lin Yu, Zhao Hu, Su Yao, and the Fire Cloud Qilin grew increasingly perilous. Bombarded by the enemies' dazzling array of magical treasures and spells, their multicolored shield flickered like a candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment. Zhao Hu swung his saber with all his might, the blade flashing as he tried to deflect every incoming attack. But the enemy assault was simply too fierce for him to cover all angles; several spells slipped past like cunning vipers, leaving long bloody gashes across his body as crimson blood instantly soaked his clothes. Su Yao's meticulously constructed ice walls also shattered continuously under the enemies' overwhelming offensive, like fragile glass, the scattered ice shards flashing with a cold and despairing glint under the sunlight.
Despite its fearless bravery, the Fire Cloud Qilin had exhausted a massive amount of energy in previous battles. The flames it breathed were no longer as scorching and fierce as before, and it was gradually failing to hold back the enemies' surging momentum. A sharp, gleaming ray of magical treasure flashed like lightning, tearing a deep wound across its robust body. Bright red blood gushed out, instantly staining its once-glorious fur. Wounded, the Fire Cloud Qilin raised its head and let out a mournful yet angry roar that echoed through the Secret Realm, sounding like a desperate defiance against unfair fate.
Anxiety burned inside Lin Yu, an…
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