Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 2172: Despair (2)

The vortex pulsed with renewed vigor, swallowing Li Shan’s attack whole and pushing back against Lan Qinghe’s orchids. The tendrils of darkness lashed out, seeking fresh prey.

“Come on! Dance for me to see!” Xie Pojun shouted loudly.

A colossal hand, formed entirely of swirling darkness, erupted from the vortex, shattering Lan Qinghe’s orchid defense and swatting Li Shan away like a fly. The sheer power of the attack sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

Lan Qinghe landed hard on the ground, coughing up blood. Li Shan, his silver form flickering faintly, managed to stabilize himself in mid-air, his eyes filled with a renewed determination.

Seeing the overwhelming power of Xie Pojun’s attack, Bei Yixiang knew they needed a new strategy. He glanced at Dian Lei, a silent plea for cooperation flickering in his eyes. Dian Lei, his face grim, understood.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his injuries, he channeled the power of thunder, a crackling bolt of lightning surging towards Xie Pojun’s colossal hand.

Bei Yixiang followed suit, his windstorm gathering momentum as he launched himself towards the vortex. Their combined attack, a desperate gamble, slammed into the colossal hand.

For a brief moment, it seemed their efforts had paid off. The hand faltered, its form flickering momentarily. But the triumph was short-lived. Xie Pojun’s laughter boomed once more, resonating with a chilling power that pushed back against their attacks.

“Not bad! But you cannot hope to defeat me.” His voice echoed through the tomb, laced with a terrifying power that threatened to crush their spirits.

With a final, earth-shattering roar, Xie Pojun pushed through their combined attack. The colossal hand slammed into the ground, sending another shockwave rippling through the tomb.

BOOOOOM—

The chamber groaned in protest, threatening to collapse.

Xiao Shou frowned deeply. He conjured a barrier around Yun Lintian and the others. “Let’s leave.”

Hua Rong nodded and prepared to take everyone away. However, a cold voice suddenly pierced Hua Rong’s ears.

“Where are you going?”

Mo Lianxing appeared above the barrier, the Frostmourn Spear emanated a terrifying cold energy, threatening to engulf everything in an icy grip

Xiao Shou’s eyes narrowed at Mo Lianxing’s sudden intervention. Yun Lintian lay frozen within the barrier, his life hanging by a thread. Every second wasted was another step closer to his demise.

He glanced at Hua Rong and said. “Go. I’ll take care of her.”

“Yes.” Hua Rong nodded and prepared to leave.

Mo Lianxing scoffed. “Don’t even think about it. You’re not going anywhere.”

The air crackled with tension as Hua Rong held her ground, the tendrils of the barrier shimmering faintly as Mo Lianxing’s glacial aura pressed against it.

The air around Xiao Shou crackled with a white-hot energy as he channeled his power. In his hand, a white spear materialized. It pulsed with a power that resonated deep within Xiao Shou’s soul, a power he had only ever accessed in moments of dire need.

Mo Lianxing, sensing the change in Xiao Shou’s demeanor, raised an eyebrow. “I’ve heard one or two things about you. Let’s see how strong you are.” Her voice held a hint of amusement, as if he were a child playing with a toy.

Xiao Shou ignored her taunt. He gripped the spear tightly, its power coursing through him, invigorating his body and mind.

“Find a chance to leave.” He sent a sound transmission to Hua Rong.

With a powerful lunge, Xiao Shou launched himself towards Mo Lianxing. The white spear in his hand blurred into a streak of white light, its tip aimed straight for her heart.

The air screamed as it cleaved through the air, the force of his attack tearing through the residual energies from the previous battles.

Mo Lianxing’s amusement vanished. She recognized the danger in Xiao Shou’s sudden transformation. With a flick of her wrist, the Frostmourn Spear danced in a mesmerizing arc, deflecting Xiao Shou’s attack.

BANG!

The clash of their weapons sent a shockwave through the chamber, causing cracks to spiderweb across the ancient walls.

The battle that ensued was a whirlwind of white and blue. Xiao Shou’s movements were swift and precise, each strike imbued with the raw power of his weapon.

Mo Lianxing, on the other hand, relied on the chilling power of the Frostmourn Spear, her attacks leaving trails of frost in their wake.

Their blades clashed repeatedly, the sounds echoing through the tomb like a deadly song. The floor beneath their feet groaned in protest as they danced a deadly ballet, each move a desperate attempt to overcome the other.

Despite the white spear’s formidable power, Mo Lianxing’s mastery of the Frostmourn Spear was undeniable. Her attacks held a chilling efficiency, born from years of honing her skills in the art of ice manipulation.

Slowly, she began to push Xiao Shou back, forcing him to retreat towards the barrier where the others had disappeared.

“That’s it?” Mo Lianxing curled her lips.

Suddenly, Xiao Shou’s aura erupted. The white spear pulsed with a blinding light, its energy gathering into a single, concentrated point. It ripped through the air, a white comet aimed directly at Mo Lianxing’s chest.

“Heh.” Mo Lianxing scoffed and thrust the spear forward.

CLANG!

The white spear slammed against the Frostmourn Spear with a deafening clang. The resulting shockwave shattered the remaining windows of the chamber, sending a rain of debris flying.

Mo Lianxing, however, was prepared. As the shockwave subsided, a thin layer of shimmering ice coated her entire body, deflecting the residual energy.

Xiao Shou stumbled back and held on the ground. His brow furrowed as it was difficult for him to deal with Mo Lianxing in this state.

His eyes darted towards the shimmering barrier, searching for any sign of movement. He saw Hua Rong exchanging worried glances with the others, their faces etched with concern.

“I told you. No one can leave.” Mo Lianxing stood tall, her eyes gleaming with icy determination.

With a flick of her wrist, the Frostmourn Spear shimmered, and a torrent of frigid energy surged forth. It crashed against the barrier, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.

The barrier held strong, but cracks began to appear on its surface. The sheer power of Mo Lianxing’s attack was immense.

Xiao Shou’s face sank. There was only one option left for him: he had to unleash his true power here.

Just as Xiao Shou was about to move, the sky suddenly darkened, darker than Xie Pojun’s dark vortex, followed shortly by a deafening dragon’s cry.

ROARRRR—

“Who dares to hurt my niece?”