In the Far West, the massive body of the Chaos Demon Flood Dragon crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The surrounding Black-robed Men scattered like birds and beasts, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation. Su Yao stood holding the Chaos Spirit Sword, its blade still wet with blood, while the Chaos Spirit Orb pulsed faintly in her embrace, seeming to cheer for this hard-won victory. Her hair was disheveled, a few strands dampened with sweat clinging to her cheeks, yet nothing could mask the determination and exhaustion in her eyes. Lin Yu stood beside her, spirit flames dancing in his palms. Though their light was no longer as searing as it had been during the battle, he still watched his surroundings with vigilance, guarding against any renewed attack from the remnants of the Mysterious Organization. Zhao Ya hid behind the Pavilion Master, her face slightly pale, hands clutching tightly to the Ancient Tome inscribed with runes, her gaze reflecting both a fear of the unknown and a persistent quest for the truth.
The Pavilion Master glanced around and said in a deep voice, "This place is no place to linger. The Mysterious Organization will certainly not let this rest. We must find the exact location where they intend to open the spatial passage as soon as possible to thwart their scheme." Su Yao and the others nodded, forcing their exhausted bodies onward as they pressed deeper into the canyon. Along the way, howling gales and billowing yellow sands batter…
Chapter 176