MTL NOVEL Chapter 123: Chapter 123 Difficult Resistance
The fierce wind raged wildly in a spiral on the mountaintop, and the shrill howling sound grew louder and louder. The sound was like the howls of evil spirits from the deepest bottom of the abyss of hell, each cry filled with blood, and it was also like the shrill background music of this fierce battle carefully composed by an invisible hand. It rampantly assaulted people's eardrums, making them restless and uneasy. The originally tall and straight trees on the mountaintop were toppling in all directions under the rampage of the wind. The thick branches were broken off, and the flying branches and leaves fluttered randomly in the gloomy sky, adding an even more tense, chaotic, and deadly atmosphere to the mountaintop.
The attacks of the mysterious people were like surging tides, wave after wave, without any intention of stopping, as if they were going to swallow up everything in the world. Each attack carried a bone-chilling powerful force, causing the surrounding air to vibrate and distort. Visible ripples of air spread out in circles, and the space seemed to be wantonly kneaded by an invisible and malicious big hand, making a "crackling" sound, as if it would shatter like fragile glass the next second. However, Lin Yu was like a towering and unshakable mountain, standing firmly in front of the formation. The spiritual energy around his body surged like boiling magma to the extreme, continuously exuding a powerful aura, forming a shield that shone with a faint light but was extremely tough, tightly protecting him, Li Qiang, and the unstable time-space passage formation. This seemingly thin shield that carried all their hopes was now their last line of defense to go home. Once it was broken, all their longings would come to nothing.
The dark spells were like black lightning cutting through the night sky, carrying a terrifying aura of destroying everything and turning all things into nothingness. With irresistible force, they fiercely collided with Lin Yu's spiritual energy shield again and again. Each collision was like a heavy hammer weighing a thousand catties slamming on thin ice, making the shield tremble violently. The amplitude of the trembling became larger and larger, and the light also became dimmer and dimmer, like a dying candle that could be blown out at any moment in the wind, flickering on and off, and on the verge of going out completely at any time. Lin Yu's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans slid down his resolute face like those carved by a knife and dropped onto the dusty ground beneath his feet. Before they could leave a mark, they were mercilessly swept away by the wind. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest heaved violently. Each breath was like struggling to pull an old and worn-out bellows. Obviously, such high-intensity defense was gradually making him feel overwhelmed. Every muscle in his body was sending out signals of extreme fatigue, as if protesting loudly. But his eyes were extremely determined, as if two flames of unyielding that would never go out were burning. His teeth were clenched tightly, and his lips turned white due to excessive exertion, with traces of blood oozing out. There was only one belief burning brightly in his heart: he must protect Li Qiang and the formation and open the passage home! That was the only light of hope for him and Li Qiang in this strange, dangerous, and perilous world where every step could lead to a death trap. It was the spiritual pillar that supported them to persevere in the desperate situation and the faint but firm lighthouse that guided them forward in the dark.
In the formation, Li Qiang's hands formed seals as fast as a phantom. The movements were smooth but also carried a bit of nervousness and urgency. His hands seemed to be out of the control of his body and sketched mysterious runes in the air on their own. The spiritual energy around his body continuously poured into the formation from his palms, maintaining the faint outline of the time-space passage that seemed to be swallowed up and disappear by the darkness at any moment. While staring at the formation with full concentration, his eyes were wide open, and his hands didn't stop for a moment, like a wind-up machine. He also looked at Lin Yu anxiously, his eyes full of worry and concern. That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate space and directly share the pain for Lin Yu. "Lin Yu, I'll help you!" he shouted, his voice carrying a trace of eagerness and determination, sounding a bit hoarse in the howling of the wind, as if it had been polished by sandpaper. As he spoke, he tried to divide a part of his spiritual energy to assist Lin Yu in the battle without hesitation, without considering the consequences at all. However, the division of spiritual energy was like throwing a huge stone into a calm lake, instantly causing waves. It had a serious impact on the formation. The light of the formation began to flicker unstably, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, like a light bulb that was about to lose power and kept flickering. The outline of the time-space passage also became blurred accordingly, like a painting that had been soaked by water and the paint had spread, gradually losing its clear lines and becoming chaotic.
Lin Yu keenly noticed the change in the formation, and his heart suddenly jolted, as if he had been hit hard on the chest by a heavy hammer, and his internal organs were shaking violently. He immediately shouted loudly: "Li Qiang, don't be distracted! Stabilize the formation. This is our only chance!" His voice was still clearly audible amidst the howling of the wind and the rumbling of the spells, carrying an unquestionable firmness and majesty, resounding like a big bell all around and making the surrounding air tremble slightly. When Li Qiang heard these words, his heart was shocked, as if he had been poured with a basin of cold water from head to toe, and his whole body shuddered, instantly waking up. He understood that Lin Yu was right. Once the formation failed, they would completely lose the possibility of going home, and all their previous efforts, the hardships they had endured and the pain they had suffered during countless days and nights would all be in vain and disappear without a trace. So, he gritted his teeth, and a resolute expression appeared on his face, as if declaring his determination not to give up to the world. He refocused all his energy on maintaining the formation. Even though the worry about Lin Yu in his heart was like a surging tide that was about to drown him, he could only suppress it and turn this worry into the motivation to maintain the formation.
Lin Yu took a deep breath, puffing out his chest as if he wanted to inhale all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and forcefully circulated the spiritual energy in his body, trying to break through the limit. A faint golden light appeared around his body. That was the power of the "Chaos Sacred Canon" and the "Galaxy Sacred Canon" blending and converging. The two powerful forces collided and merged with each other, generating a strange and powerful fluctuation, which made the surrounding space twist slightly. As the spiritual energy increased, his hair fluttered wildly in the wind, like agile and jumping black flames, full of vitality and power. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, as if he could see through all falsehoods and expose the weaknesses of the enemies. Then, he brandished the Taichu Divine Sword. The sword body shone with a cold light, as if it could cut through all the evil in the world, and he performed more powerful sword moves. Streaks of golden sword qi shot out like lightning, with an invincible momentum, tearing through the air and making a sharp howling sound as they rushed towards the mysterious people. Wherever they went, the air seemed to be cut open by a sharp blade, leaving white traces.
Facing Lin Yu's sudden burst of attack, the mysterious people were caught off guard for a moment, and expressions of surprise and panic appeared on their faces. Their originally cold faces were instantly distorted, like a calm lake that had been disrupted. Several sword qi accurately hit several mysterious people in the front. The huge impact force knocked them back several steps, and deep footprints were trampled on the ground, with even clouds of dust rising from the footprints. Taking this opportunity, Lin Yu's spiritual energy shield also got a short respite, and the light became a little brighter, like a dying campfire that had been added with new firewood, igniting a spark of hope. Although the spark was faint, it was particularly dazzling in the dark. However, the mysterious people were after all powerful and experienced, having struggled in the world of cultivating truth for many years. They quickly adjusted their state, and their eyes were filled with fierceness and killing intent again, as if they could tear Lin Yu and Li Qiang to pieces.
The leader of the mysterious people stood at the rear, like the master of the darkness, exuding a chilling aura all over. He looked at Lin Yu and Li Qiang with cold eyes, and that gaze seemed to be able to freeze everything. Wherever his gaze went, the air seemed to be condensed. He held a black staff in his hand. At the top of the staff was inlaid with a gemstone emitting a strange light. It seemed that countless wronged souls were struggling and roaring in the gemstone. The sound was faint, as if telling endless pain and resentment. He muttered words under his breath, his voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld Hell, carrying endless resentment. He waved the staff quickly with both hands, and streaks of black runes flew out from the staff and merged into the air. Suddenly, a disgusting stench filled the air,
like the smell of a decaying corpse, making people feel nauseous. Then, the mysterious people began to adjust their tactics. They no longer launched attacks in a chaotic manner but were like a well-trained and tacitly cooperating pack of wolves, spreading out and approaching Lin Yu and Li Qiang from different directions, surrounding them tightly. The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, trying to find a weakness and deliver a fatal blow.
On the left, three mysterious people raised their hands simultaneously. Black poisonous fog gushed out from their palms and rushed towards Lin Yu's spiritual energy shield like a surging tide. Wherever the poisonous fog passed, the air seemed to be corroded, making a "sizzling" sound, like countless insects gnawing at the air or like sulfuric acid corroding metal. Once the flowers, plants, and trees came into contact with the poisonous fog, they withered and died instantly, turning into a pool of black water. Strange bubbles were still emerging from the water, as if telling the passing of life. On the right, two mysterious people put their hands together and chanted incantations. Their voices were low and strange, as if they didn't belong to this world, carrying a mysterious rhythm. Streaks of black curse power shot out like silk threads, with a gloomy aura, trying to penetrate the spiritual energy shield and directly attack the souls of Lin Yu and Li Qiang. Once hit, the souls would suffer endless pain and might even be destroyed. Right in front, the leader of the mysterious people took action himself. He heavily struck the staff on the ground, and the ground instantly cracked open a huge gap. Black smoke gushed out from the gap, and a powerful black energy wave spread out in all directions with him as the center. Wherever it went, the rocks cracked, dust flew up, and huge boulders were shattered into pieces, turning into flying stone chips.
Lin Yu's expression became solemn. He felt the huge pressure from different directions, as if being pressed down by several mountains at the same time, and his body bent slightly. He quickly turned his body, and the Taichu Divine Sword in his hand kept waving, performing various sword moves, trying to resist the attacks from all directions. The golden sword qi collided with the black poisonous fog, the power of the curse, and the energy wave, making a deafening rumbling sound, as if the heaven and earth were collapsing and the sun and moon were sinking. Each collision splashed out dazzling light and powerful energy ripples. The light illuminated the entire mountaintop, temporarily dispelling the darkness, and the energy ripples spread out in all directions, causing cracks to appear on the surrounding ground. The cracks became larger and deeper, as if the earth was moaning in pain and telling the world the fierceness of this battle.
Under the attacks from all directions, the spiritual energy shield trembled violently again, and the light became extremely dim, almost indistinguishable, like the starlight that was about to fade away. Lin Yu's body also began to tremble slightly. His spiritual energy was gradually exhausted in this high-intensity battle. The spiritual energy in his body was like a dry stream that was about to run out. Every time he circulated the spiritual energy, it was like trying to get water with great difficulty in a dry riverbed. But he still stubbornly persisted. The belief in his heart supported him and made him unwilling to retreat even a little bit. Even though his body was extremely tired and every muscle ached unbearably, as if being pricked by countless needles, and even though the intense pain from the wounds almost made him faint and the world in front of him began to become blurred, his eyes were still firm, and the Taichu Divine Sword in his hand was still waving vigorously. Every wave carried the momentum of pressing forward fearlessly.
In the formation, Li Qiang watched Lin Yu resist so difficultly, and he was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in place, but he couldn't leave the formation half a step. He wished he could rush out immediately to help Lin Yu and fight side by side with him against these evil mysterious people. But he knew that he had to stabilize the formation. This was the key to their going home and their last hope. He gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face were distorted due to the exertion, looking as if he was suffering great pain. He injected the last bit of spiritual energy in his body into the formation, hoping to stabilize the time-space passage as soon as possible and buy them a glimmer of life. His eyes were fixed on the formation without blinking, as if he wanted to fix the formation with his gaze. He silently prayed in his heart, hoping that a miracle would happen and that they could go home smoothly and return to that world full of warmth and peace.
The attacks of the mysterious people became more and more fierce, and Lin Yu's situation became more and more dangerous. Several wounds had already appeared on his body, and the blood stained his clothes red, which was particularly dazzling in the wind. The blood was like blooming red plums, standing out in the gloomy world. The blood from the wounds kept gushing out, flowing down his body to the ground, and was instantly buried by the dust, as if it had not left any trace on this land. But his eyes were still firm, and the Taichu Divine Sword in his hand was still waving vigorously. Every wave carried his unyielding will and his longing to go home. That longing was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating his way forward. He silently prayed in his heart, hoping that this difficult resistance would end as soon as possible, that they could successfully open the passage home, and return to that familiar and warm world where their relatives and friends were waiting.