The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 371 The Power of the Artifact

The battlefield was filled with smoke, shouts of killing, and the sounds of magic weapons colliding, creating chaos. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were covered in blood, and they stood back to back, facing the dark forces that were surging like a tide, their eyes revealing unyielding and resoluteness.

Just when everyone felt powerless and the dark forces were about to break through the defense line, the ancient artifact that was highly anticipated finally moved. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen almost simultaneously felt a majestic and ancient aura surging from behind them, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years was waking up.

The artifact glowed with light, flickering like a firefly at first, and then suddenly, the light became stronger and stronger, turning into a pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, and shot straight into the sky. The light was pure and dazzling, with a kind of sacred and inviolable majesty, and the space seemed to shake wherever it passed.

The members of the dark forces were enveloped by the sudden strong light and immediately let out a series of screams. Those minions with lower cultivation levels seemed to have their strength drained away in an instant, and collapsed to the ground, trembling with fear on their faces. Under the illumination of the light, their spiritual power quickly melted like ice and snow encountering the warm sun, and the black mist that originally surged around them was also purified completely.

Some of the leaders with higher cultivation were still resisting, but they were obviously suppressed. The light of the magic weapons in their hands dimmed, and the power of their attacks was greatly reduced. Every time they swung the magic weapons, it seemed as if they were stuck in a quagmire, becoming slow and powerless.

A flash of surprise flashed across Yun Yao's eyes. She knew that this was the critical moment to turn the tide of the battle. She ignored her fatigue, took a deep breath, and shook the sword in her hand. The sound of the sword rang out in all directions. The blood on the sword flashed a strange red light under the light of the artifact. At this moment, she was like a god of war descending to earth, with spiritual power surging around her body, rushing towards the dark forces.

"Kill! Today is the day of your destruction!" Yun Yao roared, and the long sword in his hand danced out sword flowers. Each sword flower carried a sharp sword energy. Wherever it went, members of the dark forces fell one after another.

Chu Mochen was not to be outdone. The spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, with the tip of the spear flashing with cold light. Every time he thrust out a spear, it was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind. His figure was as fast as lightning, moving freely in the enemy formation, leaving behind a trail of broken limbs wherever he passed. He and Yun Yao cooperated tacitly, one taking the lead and the other supporting, completely disrupting the offensive of the dark forces.

Under the protection of the divine weapon's light, the morale of the sect's disciples was greatly boosted. The disciples who had been injured and lying on the ground with faces full of despair, now had a fire of hope in their eyes. They struggled to stand up, holding their weapons tightly, shouting slogans, and following behind Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, they launched a fierce counterattack against the dark forces.

Suddenly, the situation was completely reversed. The dark forces were defeated step by step, their formation was broken into pieces, and they could no longer organize an effective resistance. However, Yun Yao and others became more and more courageous, and they pursued the victory, pushing the dark forces into a desperate situation step by step.

However, the dark forces were deep-rooted, and at the moment of life and death, their leader finally could not sit still. The leader flashed from the depths of darkness to the center of the battlefield. He was surrounded by thick black mist, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the powerful aura he exuded made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.

"Humph, you think you can destroy us with this useless artifact? That's too naive!" The leader snorted coldly, waved his hands, and black runes flowed out from his hands and flew towards the light of the artifact. Those runes were like black poisonous snakes, trying to erode the light of the artifact and weaken its power.

The light of the artifact was impacted by the rune, trembling slightly, and the light seemed to dim a little. Yun Yao was shocked when she saw this. She knew that if the leader succeeded, the hard-won turnaround would be gone.

"Chu Mochen, we can't let him destroy the artifact!" Yun Yao shouted, and with a flash, she rushed towards the leader.

Chu Mochen nodded slightly, held his spear horizontally, and followed closely behind Yun Yao. The two knew that their leader was very powerful, and that their lives and deaths were uncertain, but at this moment they had no choice. For the sake of the sect and the peace of the cultivation world, they had to stand up.

The two of them came to the leader in an instant. Yun Yao said nothing and thrust the sword in her hand straight into the leader's throat with an unstoppable momentum. Seeing this, the leader was not in a hurry. He moved his body to the side and easily avoided the sword. At the same time, he waved his right hand and a black palm wind slapped towards Yun Yao.

Yun Yao felt the power of the palm wind and did not dare to take it head-on. She tapped her toes and jumped back several feet. At this moment, Chu Mochen's spear had already attacked, and the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, directly approaching the leader's chest. A fierce light flashed in the leader's eyes, and he crossed his hands to form a black shield in front of him, blocking Chu Mochen's spear.

"Hmph, you two young boys think you can stop me? You are overestimating yourselves!" The leader sneered, his voice hoarse and low, as if it came from the Netherworld.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other, and saw determination in each other's eyes. They knew that today's battle was of great importance and they could not retreat at all. So, the two adjusted their bodies again and launched a more fierce attack.

Yun Yao used all her skills to bring the swordsmanship she had learned to its fullest. Her swordsmanship was flexible and changeable, sometimes like a torrential rain, impenetrable; sometimes like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace. Every time she thrust her sword, she carried her deep understanding of the swordsmanship and her hatred for the dark forces.

Chu Mochen also went all out. His spear skills were fierce and domineering, with wide and wide movements. Every time he thrust out, it seemed to tear the air apart, with a force of a thousand pounds. He and Yun Yao cooperated with each other, one attacking and the other defending, and for a while, they fought the leader of the dark forces to a stalemate.

But as the battle continued, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen gradually felt powerless. The dark leader's cultivation was so profound that their attacks could occasionally hit the leader, but they could not cause any substantial damage to him. The leader's counterattacks put them in danger again and again.

"Puff!" Yun Yao was accidentally hit by a black sword energy from the leader. Blood spurted out of her mouth and she staggered backwards.

"Yun Yao!" Chu Mochen was shocked when he saw this, and quickly flew over to support Yun Yao.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, you must stop him!" Yun Yao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said with a firm look in her eyes.

Chu Mochen nodded slightly, put Yun Yao aside, and once again grasped the spear tightly, rushing towards the leader. He knew in his heart that if he retreated at this moment, all his efforts would be wasted. For Yun Yao and for the sect, he would rather die on the battlefield.

While Chu Mochen was fighting with the leader, Yun Yao endured the pain, sat cross-legged, and began to practice martial arts, trying to recover some spiritual power. She knew that the battle situation was changing rapidly at the moment, and she had to recover her fighting power as soon as possible to fight side by side with Chu Mochen.

With Yun Yao's efforts, the disordered spiritual power in her body gradually calmed down, and her injuries also improved slightly. At this time, the battle between Chu Mochen and the leader had entered a white-hot stage.

Chu Mochen was covered in wounds, his clothes were stained with blood, but his eyes were more determined. The spear in his hand was already full of cracks, as if it could break at any time, but he didn't care, and continued to attack the leader with one shot after another.

The leader was also panting. He had not expected that the two young men were so tenacious that they could fight him for so long. Anger gradually rose in his heart, and he decided not to hold back and kill the two men in one fell swoop.

"Die!" The leader roared, raised his hands high, and a powerful black energy gathered in his hands, forming a huge black ball of light. In the ball of light, lightning and thunder flashed, containing the power to destroy the world.

Chu Mochen's heart sank when he saw this. He knew that if this attack landed, he would have no chance of escaping. But he did not flinch. Instead, he straightened his chest and prepared to take the attack.

Just as the black ball of light was about to fall, Yun Yao suddenly opened her eyes, with a flash of determination in her eyes. She ignored her own injuries, and in an instant, she came in front of Chu Mochen, dancing with her hands, and a spiritual shield formed in front of her.

"Chu Mochen, if we have to die, let's die together!" Yun Yao shouted loudly.

Chu Mochen felt warm in his heart. He reached out and held Yun Yao's hand tightly. The two stood side by side and faced this fatal blow together.

At the moment when the black light ball came into contact with the spiritual shield, a huge impact force spread out in all directions, blowing away everything around. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen only felt an overwhelming force rushing towards them, and their bodies flew backwards involuntarily.

"Puff!" Both of them spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time and fell heavily to the ground. Their faces were as pale as paper and their breath was weak, obviously they had been seriously injured.

But even so, their eyes were still fixed on the leader of the dark forces, full of unyielding and unwillingness. They knew that as long as they were still alive, they would never let the dark forces succeed.

At this moment, the divine weapon shone brightly again. As if sensing the strong will of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, the divine weapon activated a stronger force on its own. The light turned into sharp blades and swept towards the leader of the dark forces.

The leader was horrified when he saw this, and he immediately used all his strength to try to resist the attack of the artifact. But this time, the power of the artifact was far beyond his imagination, and his defense was like paper in front of the sharp blade, and was torn to pieces in an instant.

"Ah!" The leader let out a scream, and his body was cut into countless pieces by the sharp blade of light and dissipated between heaven and earth.

With the death of their leader, the dark forces were in complete disarray. They no longer wanted to fight and fled in all directions. The disciples of the sect took advantage of the victory and chased the dark forces out of the sect.

The crisis was finally temporarily alleviated by the power of the artifact and the tenacious resistance of Yun Yao, Chu Mochen and others. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen also became more emotionally attached in this battle. Their names will be forever engraved in the hearts of everyone in the sect and become legends in the world of cultivation.