Abyss Walker

Chapter 73 The Ringwraith's Divine Might Annihilates the Sea of ​​Fire

"Yun Muhan, we meet again. This time, I won't defeat you; I'll kill you!" Mo Yanying said arrogantly.

"As the young master commands, kill the intruders."

"Mo Yanying, you summoned us just to deal with a Nascent Soul stage cultivator?" Mo Heiyue said disdainfully.

"Black Moon, be careful of this guy, he won the Ice Kingdom Grand Tournament," Moria whispered.

"As the king wishes, kill Yun Muhan."

Yan Que: "Outsider, the Ice Kingdom dares not kill you, so let me, the king of this kingdom, personally kill you."

A resolute glint flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. He knew there was no turning back in this battle; only by going all out could he possibly survive.

Yun Muhan took a deep breath, and the fourth-level spiritual power of his Divine Transformation Realm surged wildly within him. The Qiankun Painting Brush in his hand seemed to sense Yun Muhan's determination, and its tip emitted a dazzling light.

"Come on, Mo Yanying, Yan Que, and all of you, today I, Yun Muhan, will show you what true power is!" Yun Muhan's voice was like thunder, making everyone present feel a pain in their eardrums.

"Distraction stage? How is that possible?"

Mo Yanying's cold laugh drew a chilling arc in the air. The flaming longsword in his hand was like a messenger from hell, its raging flames devouring the surrounding air.

His figure blurred during the battle, moving so fast it was almost impossible to catch, like a ghost darting across the battlefield. Every move he made was filled with killing intent, his sword aimed directly at Yun Muhan's vitals, as if he wanted to decide the outcome in a single strike.

Yan Que also displayed astonishing combat power. His figure transformed into a streak of fire, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, launching a pincer attack on Yun Muhan from another direction. His movements were swift and fierce, flames dancing around him like a burning storm, ready to devour his opponent at any moment.

Despite being attacked from both sides, Yun Muhan remained calm and composed. His Qiankun Painting Brush danced in the air, each stroke seemingly depicting the mysteries of the world.

The pen tip sliced ​​through the air, leaving behind golden trails that intertwined to form solid barriers. These barriers were not only sturdy but also imbued with the power of heaven and earth, creating an almost insurmountable defensive line around Yun Muhan.

Although Mo Yanying and Yan Que's attacks were fierce, they were skillfully neutralized whenever their swords or flames touched these barriers.

The power of the Qiankun Painting Brush seems to exist alongside heaven and earth; it can not only attack but also defend, and even alter the surrounding environment. Every stroke of Yun Muhan's brush is filled with profound meaning; his movements, though simple, contain endless variations and possibilities.

Yun Muhan's gaze was firm and calm. He seemed to have seen through his opponent's offensive, and there was no fear or hesitation in his heart. As long as he could remain calm, he could find his opponent's weakness and then launch a counterattack. His Qiankun Painting Brush was not only his weapon, but also a bridge connecting him with heaven and earth, endowing him with boundless power and wisdom.

The battle continued, with Yun Muhan, Mo Yanying, and Yan Que's figures intertwining on the battlefield, creating a breathtaking battle scene.

"Is this all the strength you have?" Yun Muhan said coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Mo Yanying and Yan Que's expressions turned ugly. They hadn't expected Yun Muhan to be so powerful; even when they joined forces, they couldn't gain any advantage.

"Everyone, attack together!" Mo Yanying roared, ordering the Fire Kingdom people around him to attack together.

Yun Muhan's expression was solemn, like the dark clouds before a storm, his eyes revealing determination and resolve. Faced with the impending fierce battle, he had no room for retreat, only to forge ahead.

The Qiankun Painting Brush in his hand seemed to sense his determination, drawing one complex rune after another in the air. These runes shimmered with mysterious light, intertwining and rotating, gradually forming a huge magic circle.

The light from the magic array grew brighter and brighter, its power resonating in the air, forming invisible barriers. This magic array was not only Yun Muhan's defense, but also his battlefield.

Yun Muhan's every stroke was full of power, and his pen tip left trails in the air, like stars streaking across the night sky.

Dugu Jianling: You're going to release him? That's a Ringwraith, very dangerous.

Yun Muhan: I have no choice but to take a gamble. I hope Talion doesn't hate me now...

"Lion of the Ringwraiths, it's time to show your true power!" Yun Muhan shouted, and the tip of the Qiankun Painting Brush suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, shooting straight into the sky.

As the light faded, a colossal spirit appeared beside Yun Muhan. It was a manifestation of the spirit of the Qiankun Painting Brush, possessing unparalleled power, and was Talion, one of the ancient Ringwraiths.

Talion's figure was majestic and powerful; his presence seemed capable of shaking the entire volcanic landscape. His body was composed of light and shadow, yet it exuded a tangible sense of oppression, causing the ice surface to tremble slightly with every step he took.

A fierce fighting spirit burned in Leon's eyes, an indomitable and never-say-die attitude. His gaze was sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce the soul of his enemy and strike at their deepest fears.

He swung his enormous arm, each swing carrying earth-shattering power. The surrounding air crackled and shattered from his force, scattering ice shards like a miniature storm.

The attacks from the Fire Nation rained down on Leon of the Ringwraith Tower, but were all blocked by its powerful defenses.

Talion's counterattack was like a storm, each attack taking the lives of the Fire Nation's people.

The battle lasted for thousands of rounds. Yun Muhan and Talion's teamwork became increasingly seamless, and the offensive of the Fire Kingdom was gradually suppressed.

Ultimately, under a powerful combined attack, the Fire Nation was defeated one by one, and Yun Muhan and Leon of the Ringwraith Tower stood on the battlefield, becoming the final victors.

Yun Muhan was panting heavily, his body covered in wounds, but his face was calm, as if it had all been destined.

"How weak! With this level of skill, you dare to boast about destroying me! How laughable."

Dugu Jianling: "..."