GBP Chapter 123 Detecting the Demonic Power Reveals Clues
Chapter 123 Detecting the Demonic Power Reveals Clues
Before the roar had completely subsided, a powerful pressure surged in like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, making even breathing difficult. I felt dizzy, my legs went weak, and I almost fell. Wen Chen's arms tightly encircled my waist, supporting my swaying body.
"Xiao Yao, are you alright?" His voice carried a hint of worry, but his tone remained steady and strong.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay awake, and shook my head: "I'm fine." But as soon as I finished speaking, another strong sense of oppression came over me, and my vision went black; I almost fainted.
Seeing this, Wen Chen immediately helped me sit down beside a rock, then stood in front of me, the broken sword fragments in his hand emitting a dazzling light, forming a barrier to resist the terrifying demonic power. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face turned somewhat pale, but he remained steadfast, like a majestic mountain, protecting me.
"Master Qingfeng, Miss Zixuan, please lend me a hand!" Wen Chen's voice sounded somewhat erratic in the strong wind.
Master Qingfeng and Zixuan immediately understood and each summoned their own magical artifacts. Streams of immortal power gathered together and merged with the power of Wen Chen's broken sword to form an even more powerful barrier.
I suppressed my discomfort and mobilized my meager immortal power to join their ranks. Although my strength was insignificant, I still hoped to do my part.
The demonic power grew stronger and stronger, like a surging wave, constantly crashing against our defensive barrier. I felt as if my body was being torn apart, and my internal organs were wracked with pain.
"Hold on!" Wen Chen's voice trembled slightly, but remained firm and powerful.
I gritted my teeth, struggling to control the chaotic immortal energy within my body. I couldn't fall; I had to stand with Wen Chen and fight this powerful enemy together.
Just when we were about to give up, the oppressive feeling suddenly lessened. I looked up and saw Wen Chen's broken sword emitting a dazzling light, dispelling most of the surrounding darkness. Within that light, I could vaguely see a huge black figure slowly emerging from the depths of the valley.
The figure was tall and imposing, exuding a suffocating demonic aura; it was none other than the Black Flame Demon King!
His eyes burned like flames, radiating a chilling light. With each step he took, the ground trembled slightly, as if unable to withstand his immense power.
My heart was filled with fear, but even more so with a resolute determination. I could not be afraid, I could not back down, I had to fight this powerful enemy to the very end alongside Wen Chen!
Suddenly, I noticed that Zixuan's face had turned deathly pale. Her eyes were filled with fear and regret, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't utter a word. She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white. She…
My gaze involuntarily fell on Zixuan. She was cowering, her face paler than paper, her eyes filled with fear and regret, her lips trembling slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn't utter a word. She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles white, as if grasping at the last straw.
"Miss Zixuan, what's wrong?" I asked with concern, forcing back the churning pain in my body.
She jerked her head up, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at the Black Flame Demon King slowly approaching, her voice trembling so much it was almost inaudible: "His...his power...is far greater than I imagined..."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.
She took a deep breath, as if summoning immense courage, and said haltingly, "I...I used to be a demon...I know...I know how terrifying the Black Flame Demon King is...He...he possesses the power to devour everything..."
Her voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost a silent sob. Her body trembled even more violently, as if she were about to collapse at any moment. Only then did I realize that she regretted it, regretted getting involved in this battle against the Black Flame Demon King.
Just then, Master Qingfeng suddenly spoke up: "This power... has some connection with the source of darkness in the Demon Realm!" His voice was filled with shock and solemnity.
"The Source of Darkness?" Wen Chen frowned slightly. "What is that?"
“In the deepest part of the Demon Realm lies the source of endless dark power,” Master Qingfeng explained. “It is said that anyone who comes into contact with the source of darkness will be devoured by it and become a part of the darkness.”
"So, the Black Flame Demon King's power originates from the source of darkness?" My heart sank, and a chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. If that's true, then we're probably in grave danger this time.
The Black Flame Demon King approached step by step, and with each step he took, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, making it hard for us to breathe. His eyes were like burning flames, radiating a chilling light.
"Insolent ants!" The Black Flame Demon King's voice roared like a thunderclap from hell, deafeningly loud, "How dare you challenge my majesty!"
He slowly raised one hand, and a surge of black demonic energy erupted from his palm, transforming into a gigantic black claw that lunged at us.
Wen Chen roared, and the broken sword fragments in his hand burst forth with dazzling light as he met the black claw.
boom!
With a deafening roar, the two forces collided, unleashing a tremendous surge of energy. I felt as if my body had been battered by a giant wave, and my internal organs were wracked with excruciating pain.
I suppressed my discomfort and channeled my meager immortal power to try and resist the powerful demonic force. The instant my immortal power touched the black demonic energy, I suddenly felt a strange resonance. My immortal power… seemed to have some kind of special reaction to this demonic power… A chill ran down my spine. Could it be…?
"Xiao Yao!" Wen Chen's voice came, tinged with anxiety, "Be careful!"
My immortal power is actually absorbing the Black Flame Demon King's demonic energy! How is this possible? I was utterly horrified. It felt like parched land receiving sweet rain, greedily absorbing and strengthening itself. I stared at my hands in disbelief. A thin layer of black mist swirled around them, only to be quickly assimilated by my immortal power and disappear. This feeling... was both strange and familiar, as if something had been awakened.
"Xiao Yao! What are you doing?" Wen Chen's voice came again, tinged with worry and confusion. He stood in front of me, the broken sword fragments in his hand flashing as he blocked the Black Flame Demon King's attack.
I snapped back to my senses, suppressing my shock and forcing myself not to absorb that demonic energy. Now is not the time to investigate this; we are facing a tremendous crisis!
The Black Flame Demon King laughed arrogantly, his laughter like a sharp blade piercing my eardrums. "Overestimating yourselves! You think you can fight me?" The space behind him distorted, and a group of hideous demons emerged from the darkness, exuding a nauseating stench.
"It seems we are about to face a fierce battle today." Master Qingfeng's expression was solemn. He waved his whisk, and a golden light flashed, repelling several approaching lesser demons.
Zixuan hid behind me, trembling. She stared at the demons with terror in her eyes, as if she were seeing the most horrific sight in the world.
"Wen Chen, be careful!" I saw the Black Flame Demon King raise his hand again, a ball of even denser black demonic energy condensing in his palm, heading straight for Wen Chen.
Wen Chen's eyes sharpened, and the broken sword fragments in his hand emitted a buzzing sound. He gritted his teeth and poured all his immortal power into it. A dazzling white light shot into the sky and collided with the black demonic energy.
The explosion was deafening; I felt the ground tremble. The shockwave knocked us to the ground, and everything went black; I almost lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, Wen Chen was kneeling on the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale. The broken sword fragments in his hand had lost their luster, and the cracks were even more obvious.
"Wen Chen!" I quickly crawled over and helped him up.
"I'm fine." He shook his head, forced himself to stand up, and stared intently at the Black Flame Demon King opposite him.
The Black Flame Demon King was unharmed. He glanced at us contemptuously and said, "Is this all you've got? You dare challenge my authority? How laughable!"
His voice was full of disdain and mockery, as if we were nothing more than ants in his eyes, who could be crushed by him at any moment.
“I sense…” Wen Chen suddenly spoke, his voice low, as if talking to himself, “His power… has a core…”
He suddenly raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and stared intently at the Black Flame Demon King. "Found it..." He gripped the broken sword fragment in his hand, slowly straightened his body, and a powerful aura erupted from his body.
He walked step by step toward the Black Flame Demon King, each step feeling like it was treading on our hearts… Wen Chen’s eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s, locked firmly on the Black Flame Demon King, the broken sword fragments in his hand humming incessantly, as if echoing his resolve. “Your power is not invincible,” he said, each word deliberate, his voice weak yet carrying an undeniable firmness, “I sense it, the source of your power…”
Upon hearing this, the Black Flame Demon King's contemptuous smile gradually vanished, replaced by a solemn expression. His crimson eyes narrowed into slits, as if assessing the truthfulness of Wen Chen's words. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air.
"Bluster!" the Black Flame Demon King suddenly roared. The black mist behind him surged even more violently, and an even more powerful demonic energy erupted from his body, sweeping towards us like a raging tide. "Even if you know, so what? You have no chance!"
"Master Qingfeng, Zixuan, protect Xiao Yao!" Wen Chen shouted, his figure flashing as he charged towards the powerful demonic energy. The broken sword fragments in his hand burst forth with dazzling white light, like lightning piercing through the darkness, aiming straight for the Black Flame Demon King's chest.
Protected behind Master Qingfeng and Zixuan, I watched helplessly as Wen Chen clashed with the Black Flame Demon King. Violent energy fluctuations ravaged everything around us, sending sand and stones flying, darkening the sky. I was filled with anxiety, yet utterly powerless. Wen Chen's injuries hadn't fully healed, and now he was forcibly channeling his immortal power; I feared he wouldn't be able to hold on.
The Black Flame Demon King's power had indeed increased several times over, and Wen Chen's attacks seemed somewhat ineffective against him. He was repelled time and time again, and the wounds on his body increased.
"Wen Chen!" I couldn't help but call out, my heart aching.
Just then, I felt a sharp pain inside my body. The old wounds inflicted by the Black Flame Demon King had flared up again, and a piercing pain spread throughout my body, making it almost impossible for me to stand. I gritted my teeth, trying hard not to collapse, but I could feel my body growing weaker and weaker, and my vision began to blur.
"Miss Xiao Yao!" Zi Xuan exclaimed and quickly helped me up.
I forced myself to lift my head and look at Wen Chen in the center of the battlefield. He was still fighting desperately against the Black Flame Demon King's attacks, but the white light around him had dimmed, and his figure was swaying. While fending off the Demon King's attacks, he looked at me anxiously, his eyes filled with worry.
"Xiao Yao..." he whispered my name, his voice filled with pain and helplessness.
The Black Flame Demon King laughed wildly as he approached Wen Chen step by step. The black demonic energy in his hand condensed into a huge scythe, which he raised high, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Wen Chen.
"Wen Chen! Be careful!" I shouted with my last bit of strength.
At this critical moment, Wen Chen suddenly stopped. He raised his head, his gaze fixed on a black scale on the Black Flame Demon King's chest, a resolute glint in his eyes... "It's there..."