The mysterious island shook violently, as if the world were on the brink of collapse. Billows of dust rose from the ground, and a massive rift in the sky, resembling the maw of a demon, poured forth an endless stream of evil power. Su Yao and the others wore grave expressions as they fixed their eyes on the rift, clutching their weapons tightly. The three Ancient Divine Artifacts resonated within Su Yao, their light faintly shimmering through her clothes as if gathering power to meet the coming storm.
"It seems the forces of evil have mobilized their entire strength this time; we must give it our all," Lin Yu said, his voice firm. His Spiritual Power Sword hummed, the light on its blade intensifying with his surging fighting spirit, illuminating his young but determined face. Leng Xuan was enveloped in flowing ice-attribute spiritual power, the cold air condensing into tiny ice crystals around him that fell with a soft rustle. His eyes were cold and sharp, ready to confront the enemy at any moment. Though her own power was modest, Zhao Ya clenched her fists tightly, standing beside Su Yao to offer her silent support.
From within the rift, a group of figures dressed in black robes, radiating a thick aura of evil, slowly emerged. At their head was an elder with a ferocious visage, his eyes flashing with greed and madness. He stared fixedly at the divine artifacts in Su Yao's hands, as if they were already his own. "Little ones, hand over the divine artifacts, and I will spare…
Chapter 69