The black sword energy seemed to be infused with endless malice, just like a cannonball wrapped in the power of destruction, tearing through the surrounding air with a destructive force, and rushing towards Duan Litang and Ye Li. Duan Litang's pupils shrank sharply in an instant, as if squeezed to the limit by an invisible force, shrinking to the size of a needle tip, his eyes were full of vigilance and tension. In that extremely short moment, his whole world seemed to be filled with this sword energy carrying the breath of death. At the critical moment of life and death, he didn't have time to think more, and suddenly stretched out his hand, as fast as an eagle catching a chick, and tried his best to pull Ye Li over. The two rolled on the rough and uneven ground in a mess, their bodies rubbed against the ground violently, making a sharp and piercing sound, and brought up a choking dust, which spread wantonly in the dim light. The sword energy was like a ferocious black lightning, brushing against the corners of their clothes and whizzing past them. It was only a millimeter away, and it blasted a deep black mark on the rock wall of the abyss. The mark was like a ferocious scar, shocking in this dark abyss. The gravel fell like raindrops, making a crisp crash in the bottomless abyss below, as if playing a death movement that sounded the death knell for their fate. ?

  Ye Li struggled to stand up, her body trembling slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her messy hair stuck to her cheeks, making her look even more miserable. The long whip in her hand, which was originally majestic, was now like a nimble but exhausted spirit snake, swung swiftly at the black-robed man. The long whip drew a graceful and sharp arc in the air, bringing with it a whirring sound of wind, as if it wanted to use this power to tear apart the suffocating dark space. However, the black-robed man just raised his hand carelessly, and a dark purple barrier instantly appeared out of thin air, just like an indestructible barrier forged by the power of darkness. Ye Li's long whip hit the barrier heavily, but was knocked back by an unimaginably powerful and irresistible recoil force, and the tip of the whip drew a series of creepy sparks in the void. Those sparks flickered with strange light, as if they were the wanton mockery of the demons hidden in the darkness, ruthlessly piercing into the depths of their hearts. ?

  "The void barrier of the Dark Palace!" Duan Litang gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words with difficulty. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment in his heart through these words. He quickly mobilized the power in his body and propped up the shield of light. The golden light flowed on the shield, just like the brilliance of the rising sun penetrating through the clouds, full of vitality and hope. The moment the golden light collided with the dark purple barrier, the entire abyss seemed to have suffered a baptism of a strong earthquake and trembled violently. The suspended stones around fell one after another, making a dull sound, as if playing a low drumbeat for this fierce battle. The cracks on the rock wall of the abyss continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they would collapse at any time and bury them together in this endless dark abyss. It was not until this moment that Duan Litang was able to see the Soul Sword in the black-robed man's hand. The silver light flowing from the sword body strangely blended with the dense and almost materialized dark aura around the other party, forming a creepy scene. The black droplets dripping from the tip of the sword fell into the abyss. The moment they touched the rock wall, bursts of pungent poisonous smoke rose. The poisonous smoke spread, and the disgusting smell instantly filled the entire space, making their breathing difficult. ?

  The black-robed man let out a strange laugh, and that laugh was like the cry of an owl in the dead of night, echoing in this terrifyingly silent abyss, making people's backs cold and their hair stand on end. From the gaps in the mask, wisps of black mist seeped out like ghosts, as if they were evil spirits crawling out from the deepest part of hell, carrying endless gloom and evil. "Idiot! The Soul Sword was corroded by the Dark Palace a hundred years ago. How dare you think that you can purify it with this small stone of light?" Before he finished speaking, he swung the sword violently, his movements were swift and crazy, like a demon in a frenzy, controlled by endless dark power. Countless black shadows gushed out from the sword, and those black shadows were like black flames, quickly condensing into a three-headed, six-armed golem in the air. Each hand of the golem held a different weapon. The chains collided with each other, making a crisp and heart-pounding sound, as if telling an ancient curse; the giant axe emitted a bone-chilling cold light, as if it could cut off everything in the world, including hope and vitality; the bone blade flowed with a strange light, carrying a strong breath of death, as if it was going to drag everything around into the abyss of death. These weapons intertwined and smashed towards the two fiercely, and the air waves brought up were like a turbulent tsunami, instantly shattering the flying swords suspended around them. The fragments of the flying swords floated in the air like snowflakes, reflecting a strange light, like broken stars, flashing a desperate light in the darkness. ?

  Ye Li's whip broke into pieces during the continuous blocking. Every time she blocked, her arms became numb and her knuckles cracked. Blood slowly flowed down her arms, leaving shocking blood marks on her pale skin. She looked at the remaining half of the whip in her hand, and a trace of despair flashed in her eyes, but this despair was fleeting, replaced by incomparable determination, as if a flame that would never go out was ignited deep in her heart. At this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a rune flaw on the neck of the golem. The flaw was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving her a glimmer of hope, although this hope was as weak as a candle in the wind. "Li Tang! Attack its throat!" She shouted hoarsely, her voice echoing in the abyss, full of strength and determination, as if she wanted to turn this voice into a sharp blade and pierce the enemy's vitals. At the same time, she poured all her strength into the whip handle, and then threw it with all her might. Her body trembled slightly because of the force, as if she was burning her last vitality, trying to bring a turnaround in this battle. Duan Litang understood, and the blood sword wrapped in the light of the stone of light turned into a dazzling stream of light, like a meteor that streaked through the night sky, and pierced the throat of the golem accurately. With a loud bang, the golem exploded into a black fog that filled the sky. The black fog spread and instantly enveloped everything around it, making people's eyes dark and unable to see their hands in front of them. However, under the control of the black-robed man, the black fog quickly reorganized into a larger and more hideous form, and the sense of oppression emitted by the golem became heavier, like an invisible mountain, pressing people to breath, and even the surrounding air seemed to be solidified by this oppressive force. ?

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  The aftermath of the battle, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, startled the long-sleeping horror in the abyss. A low roar came from afar, and the roar sounded like the roar of evil spirits from the Nine Nether Hell, full of anger and hunger, as if venting endless hatred to the intruder. Countless glowing tentacles surged up from the bottom of the abyss like a tide. Those tentacles were like huge pythons, twisting their sturdy bodies. Each tentacle had a huge mouth full of fangs on the top, and green mucus flowed in the huge mouth. The mucus dripped on the rock wall, making a sizzling sound, and instantly corroded small pits, and a pungent smell spread. Seeing this, the man in black robe laughed wildly and triumphantly: "You're just in time! Let these abyss swallowers send you to hell!" He quickly formed seals with his hands, his movements were skillful and weird, as if he was drawing a mysterious picture leading to hell. The Soul Sword burst out with a blinding black light, which resonated strongly with the Devourer's aura, as if calling out to these terrifying creatures, like blowing the horn of death. The Devourers were summoned and rushed towards the two of them frantically, their speed getting faster and faster, and the wind whistled past them, as if they were going to completely swallow them up and drag them into the endless dark abyss. ?

  Duan Litang felt that the power of the blood contract in his body was like a raging beast, rampaging in his body. His body trembled slightly, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face turned pale as paper due to pain. At this moment, the light of the light stone in his hand became weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. The light seemed to tell him about the impending despair. At this critical moment, he suddenly remembered the runes on the bronze door. Those lines were somewhat similar to the structure of the soul sword. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had found a glimmer of hope in the darkness, although this glimmer was still so weak that it could disappear at any time. He suddenly pulled off his clothes and used his own blood as ink to quickly outline the runes in the air. The blood dripped into the air, forming strange and mysterious lines, as if he was drawing an ancient mysterious scroll. His movements were quick and focused, as if all the dangers around him had nothing to do with him. The whole world was left with only him and the runes in his hand that were about to be completed. When the last stroke was completed, a golden beam of light descended from the sky. The beam of light was like the light of judgment from the gods, carrying endless power, and violently collided with the dark power controlled by the black-robed man. The light was so bright that people could not open their eyes, as if the sun suddenly exploded in the abyss. The energy fluctuations generated by the collision were like a bomb explosion, instantly shattering the surrounding rocks, and the debris flew everywhere, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart. The entire abyss was crumbling under the impact of this force. ?

  "Who are you? Why did you crack the secret technique of the Dark Palace?" The black-robed man showed panic for the first time, and his voice under the mask began to tremble. His body unconsciously took a step back slightly, his eyes full of fear and doubt, as if he saw something beyond his cognition. Taking advantage of the other party's distraction, Ye Li seized the opportunity, grabbed a handful of scattered flying swords, inserted them into the rock wall, and jumped up with the force. Her body drew a graceful and resolute arc in the air, like a lone eagle rushing into the sky, with the determination to die. The broken whip handle in her hand was like a deadly blade at this moment, and she went straight to the mask on the black-robed man's face. Her eyes were so firm that they seemed to be able to penetrate everything and see through the black-robed man's soul. With a crisp "click", the mask broke, revealing a semi-mechanical face covered with curse marks. The left eye is a mechanical eye with black liquid flowing in it. The mechanical eye flashes with a strange red light, as if hiding endless secrets. The red light is like the flames from hell, burning the power of darkness. The right face retains human skin, and the twisted blood vessels and metal lines are intertwined, forming a strange and terrifying scene, as if it is a twisted fusion of technology and evil power. ?

  "You are a mechanical man from the Dark Palace!" Duan Litang took a half step back in shock, his voice full of surprise and disbelief, as if this fact was beyond his imagination. In his memory, the ancient books of the Dark Palace once recorded that those fanatical believers who voluntarily accepted mechanical transformation would merge their souls with weapons in exchange for powerful but twisted power, and the black-robed man in front of him was the terrifying embodiment of this record. The black-robed man laughed wildly, his mechanical eyes flashed a dangerous red light, and his laughter echoed in the abyss, making people shudder, as if the devil was celebrating the upcoming victory. "That's right! And this sword of the soul is the key to my final evolution!" His body began to swell uncontrollably, his muscles tightened, his blood vessels bulged, like angry pythons wriggling under his skin. The mechanical eyes resonated strongly with the sword of the soul, releasing a terrifying energy wave that was enough to tear the space apart. Under the impact of this force, the space appeared with tiny cracks, as if it would break at any time, dragging everything into the endless void. The Devourers in the abyss were attracted by this force and rushed towards the three people frantically. The number of them increased, surrounding them in an airtight circle, making them feel as if they were in a desperate situation with nowhere to escape. ?

  Duan Litang looked at the gradually dimming Light Stone in his hand, and then looked at Ye Li's determined eyes. A surge of resolute courage surged in his heart, as if he had ignited the last spark of hope in this abyss of despair. He suddenly threw the Light Stone into the air and shouted: "Ye Li, use your blood to awaken the resonance of the holy object!" Ye Li did not hesitate and quickly cut his wrist. Blood dripped like a spring. The moment it dripped on the Light Stone, the entire abyss was shrouded in golden light. The light was warm and bright, as if it could dispel all the darkness in the world, just like the dawn of dawn penetrating the darkness and bringing new hope. The Light Stone and the Soul Sword produced a strange resonance. The black color of the sword gradually faded, and the pure silver light bloomed again. The silver light illuminated the entire abyss, leaving all the darkness nowhere to hide. The black-robed man let out a shrill scream, which was full of pain and despair, as if his soul was torn apart alive. The mechanical prosthetic eye burst into a dazzling white light, and the whole person gradually dissipated in the light, as if he had never existed in this world, leaving only a void.?

  When the light faded, the Soul Sword slowly fell into Duan Litang's palm. On the hilt, a line of ancient words quietly emerged: "Only those who have no obsession can control the balance of the universe." At the end of the abyss, a door engraved with star patterns was slowly opening. The stars on the door seemed to come alive, flashing a mysterious and charming light, as if telling the mysteries of the universe. Faintly, there was an ancient whisper, and the whisper seemed to have traveled through the long river of time and space, coming from the distant past, as if telling the next unknown secret, calling them to move forward and explore the unknown world.