Across the campus battlefield, Dark Lingyun Power surged like thick black ink, staining the once-azure sky a pitch-black hue. Battle cries and the roaring thunder of spells echoed across the heavens. The school's Cultivators were locked in fierce combat with the Black-robed Men, and the situation grew increasingly perilous. Su Yao stood at the very center of the battlefield, her body closely enveloped by the multicolored radiance of the Spirit Firmament Bead and the deep-blue glow of the Xuanming Ice Mirror. With her eyes tightly closed and beads of fine sweat covering her forehead, she concentrated every ounce of her strength on guiding the elusive, mystical connection between the two Divine Artifacts and the sealing black hole.
Like a bolt of black lightning, Lin Yu darted back and forth through the ranks of the Black-robed Men. The cold light of the longsword in his hand flashed, every slash unleashing a fierce sword qi that forced back the enemies attempting to approach Su Yao. His gaze was as firm as iron, keeping constant watch over Su Yao's safety. Within his heart burned a single conviction: no matter the cost, he had to buy enough time for Su Yao.
In the rear, Zhao Ya was utterly focused. Her hands moved in a blur like dancing butterflies as she rapidly formed hand seals, flashing rays of supportive spellcraft continuously amplifying Lin Yu's strength. At the same time, she used exquisite Ice-type spells to launch ranged attacks against the Black-robed Men, lending…
Chapter 135