Dapeng's Time Travel Life

Chapter 242 Breaking Through the Desperate Situation: On the Eve of the Decisive Battle

The black light engulfed Zhang Peng and the others like a surging tide. The powerful binding force made their bodies feel as if they were being crushed by heavy stones, every inch of their muscles tightly bound, unable to move. Breathing became difficult, and the circulation of spiritual energy within their bodies became slow and stagnant, as if an invisible hand was pulling at their life force.

Zhang Peng gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and exerted all his strength to circulate the Chaos Spiritual Technique, attempting to break free from this strange confinement. Multicolored spiritual energy surged wildly within his body, fiercely resisting the dark force. His eyes revealed unyielding determination; in this desperate situation, he knew he could not fall, not only for himself, but also for the safety of the entire cultivation world.

"I can't be defeated like this!" Zhang Peng roared inwardly, the power of the Chaos Spirit Technique, driven by him, violently assaulting the confinement. Just as he was almost exhausted, suddenly, a familiar light shone from his chest. It was the mysterious jade pendant he had accidentally obtained in an ancient ruin. The pendant shimmered with a soft light, radiating a mysterious power that resonated with the Chaos Spirit Technique.

With the power of the mysterious jade pendant enhancing him, Zhang Peng felt the force binding him begin to loosen slightly. Seizing this opportunity, he unleashed the ultimate secret of the Chaos Spirit Technique, gathering all his spiritual power in his palm to form a five-colored spiritual energy ball. "Break!" Zhang Peng roared, hurling the spiritual energy ball towards the source of the black light.

With a deafening boom, the black light shattered instantly, and the binding force dissipated. Zhang Peng and the others were finally free. They gasped for breath, their faces filled with relief at surviving such a close call.

"Master, are you alright?" Wang Yongli ran over with a concerned look, his eyes still showing the fear from just now.

Zhang Peng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head: "I'm fine. Everyone, cheer up, this battle isn't over yet!"

Everyone nodded, gripping their weapons tightly again, their eyes revealing unwavering fighting spirit. The black-robed man's expression changed slightly upon seeing his spell broken, but he quickly regained his composure. He snorted coldly, waving his magical weapon once more, summoning a swarm of black shadows that rushed towards Zhang Peng and the others.

Seeing this, Zhang Peng showed no fear. He unleashed the exquisite techniques of the Chaos Spiritual Art, his five-colored sword energy crisscrossing and shattering the shadowy figures one by one. The other disciples also unleashed their own spells, engaging in fierce combat with the shadowy figures. In an instant, the battlefield was ablaze with magical light and filled with deafening battle cries.

With everyone working together, the mysterious force finally couldn't withstand the onslaught and began to scatter and flee. Zhang Peng didn't pursue them; he knew this was just a probing attack by the mysterious force, and the real crisis was yet to come.

Upon returning to Lingyuan Valley, Zhang Peng immediately informed the old man of the battle's progress. The old man's expression turned grave: "It seems the mysterious forces have begun their operation. We must expedite preparations and complete the 'Lingyuan Ritual' before the full moon."

Zhang Peng nodded: "The elder is right. However, we cannot let our guard down and must strengthen the defenses in the valley. I am worried that they will come again."

The next day, everyone was busy and tense. They reinforced the defensive array, prepared ample magical artifacts and elixirs, and made final preparations for the upcoming "Spirit Abyss Festival" and possible battles.

The night of the full moon finally arrived, and a tense yet mysterious atmosphere permeated Lingyuan Valley. Zhang Peng and the others stood in the center of Lingyuan Valley, surrounded by various magic arrays and ritual items. The old man stood at the forefront, holding an ancient book in his hand and chanting incantations.

As the old man chanted his incantation, the spiritual energy in Lingyuan Valley began to surge wildly. A huge, bright moon appeared in the sky, its light spilling into the valley and reflecting the light of the magic array, creating a strange and magnificent scene.

"Prepare to begin the 'Spirit Abyss Ritual'!" the old man shouted. Just then, a violent tremor suddenly came from outside the valley, followed by a surge of powerful dark energy.

"Not good, a mysterious force is here!" Zhang Peng's expression changed drastically. He quickly used the Chaos Spirit Technique to prepare for the upcoming battle.

At the valley entrance, a group of dark figures surged in like a tide, led by a tall man in black robes. He exuded a dense aura of darkness that sent chills down one's spine.

"Hmph, you think you can stop us like this? How naive!" the black-robed man said coldly. "Today is your doomsday, and the doomsday of the cultivation world!"

Zhang Peng stared fearlessly at the man in black robes, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination: "You're dreaming! Today is your burial ground!" With that, he led his men, charging towards the mysterious force. The final battle, destined to decide the fate of the cultivation world, had finally begun.