Chapter 112: Battle against the Soul Palace Messenger.

The battle became fierce, and every confrontation was accompanied by a violent collision of energy, and the sky and the earth changed color. Zi Yan and Xiao Chong relied on their tacit cooperation to find an opportunity to counterattack in desperation. Their strength gradually increased in the continuous battle, and it seemed that something was quietly awakening on the edge of life and death.

"Old man, have you forgotten that there is a power in this world called - hope!" Before Xiao Chong finished speaking, a long sword formed by the essence of sand suddenly condensed in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed at the old man in black robe. The sword body was flowing with a warm luster, as if it contained some ancient and powerful will.

The old man in black robe had a flickering look in his eyes, and seemed to be interested in the sword. "Hope...? Humph, then I'll let you see what despair is!"

"It's not time to despair yet!" Zi Yan intervened at the right time, and the Sun of Light shone again, turning into thousands of rays of light, protecting Xiao Chong's flanks. "As long as we are still standing, there are endless possibilities!"

"Yes, there are endless possibilities!" Xiao Chong and Zi Yan smiled at each other. It was an unspoken trust in each other and an unshakable belief in the future.

The eyes of the old man in black robe suddenly focused, and his fighting spirit surged out like a raging wave. It seemed as if dark clouds gathered on the black iron chain, and the dull sound of thunder echoed in the air, making people's heart palpitate.

"The power of despair, have a taste of it!" With a low shout from him, the chain suddenly accelerated, like a black dragon in the night sky, sweeping towards Zi Yan and Xiao Chong with the momentum of destroying everything.

Zi Yan closed her eyes slightly, waved her hands gently, and the barrier of light instantly expanded, forming a dazzling light curtain, firmly protecting the two of them. However, the attack of the old man in black robe was too fierce, and even the barrier of light seemed to be shaky, and cracks quietly emerged.

"It seems that this is the only trick I can use." Xiao Chong's voice was filled with determination, the fighting spirit in his body was surging to the extreme, his eyes at this moment seemed to be ignited by flames, hot and determined.

"Wait, Xiao Chong, that's..." A trace of worry flashed across Zi Yan's face. She knew very well the cost of that move.

"There is no other choice." Xiao Chong smiled slightly, warm and firm, then closed his eyes, and the aura of his whole body suddenly rose to an unprecedented height.

"Dawn - Holy Light Slash!" Along with his loud shout, a light that was a thousand times brighter than before streaked across the sky. It was a holy light that condensed all his faith and strength, and it rushed straight towards the iron chain of the old man in black robe. The moment the two collided, a deafening roar broke out, and the entire space trembled.

After the light faded, the pitch-black chain was seen broken into two pieces, falling helplessly to the ground. The figure of the old man in black robe looked particularly embarrassed in the light, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth and his eyes full of disbelief.

“How is it possible...you…” The old man in black robe muttered to himself, as if he was about to lose the strength to stand.

"Because we believe that light will eventually dispel darkness." Zi Yan walked forward slowly. Her voice was gentle but powerful. The light around her flowed with her movements, as if the whole world was responding to her will.

The old man in black robe flashed in the light, and he was obviously trying to escape.

At this moment, a cold figure appeared in front of him like a ghost. It was Xiao Chong, who had been hiding his strength. His sword was as bright as a dragon, and every time he swung it, he accurately blocked the old man's retreat.

"Want to leave? Not that easy." Xiao Chong's voice was cold and firm, and every word carried a pressure that could not be ignored. He knew very well that letting the black-robed old man leave would only bring greater disaster to this land. Seeing that a direct confrontation was hopeless, the black-robed old man's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and his hands quickly formed seals. The space fluctuated suddenly, and the surrounding scene was distorted, as if a portal to the unknown was about to open. "Open the space rift for me!"

But at this critical moment, a warm but firm force erupted from Xiao Chong's body, transforming into soft but tenacious rays of light, wrapping around those twisted space cracks, making it difficult for them to take shape. "Weave a web of light to bind the void!"

"Hmph, do you think you can trap me like this?" The old man in black robe sneered. Countless dark souls were released from his wide sleeves. They had different shapes and sizes, and they rushed towards Xiao Chong wailing, trying to overwhelm the guardian of light with their numbers.

"Zi Yan, let's go!" Xiao Chong shouted in a low voice, and stood back to back with Zi Yan. There seemed to be an invisible tacit understanding between the two. The sword light and the light intertwined to form an indestructible line of defense.

Zi Yan chanted softly, and the light in her hand gathered into a huge blade of light, "The light of the soul, guide the lost!" The blade of light seemed to have a spirit, traveling through the soul body. Every time it touched a soul, a warm light would wrap it up, and then gradually dissipate, as if it was saving the soul.

"You girl, you are really meddling in other people's business!" the old man in black robe shouted angrily. Seeing his soul army being purified one by one, his face was distorted with anger.

"Everyone has the right to return to the light, including these lost souls." Zi Yan responded calmly, and the light became brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Just as the battle was getting intense, a sudden change broke the deadlock. A soul body, about to be purified, actually issued a clear cry for help: "Save me... I don't want to be a slave of the Soul Palace..."

Xiao Chong and Zi Yan looked at each other and saw the same determination in each other's eyes.

"Old man in black robe, your evil deeds end here." Xiao Chong took a step forward, the tip of his sword pointed directly at the other party's heart, "Give up resistance, and perhaps I can give you a chance to atone for your sins."

The old man in black robe sneered, with black air swirling around him, as if preparing for a final struggle, "Atonement? I won't play house with you guys!"

Just as Zi Yan was about to chase after the strange black fog, Xiao Chong gently pressed her shoulders, his eyes revealing an unquestionable calmness. "No need, Zi Yan. The old man in black robe has already escaped into the soul world. It's useless for us to chase him." His voice was calm and low, as if he had expected all this.

Zi Yan frowned slightly, her eyes flashing with confusion and unwillingness: "Just let him go like this? He is from the Soul Palace! How can we let him go so easily?" There was a bit of anger in her words, and she was obviously dissatisfied with not being able to punish the enemy personally.

"Soul Palace... that is a force that is deeper and more complex than you and I can imagine." Xiao Chong sighed softly, his eyes piercing through the dense forests, as if he could penetrate space and look at the unknown world. "The old man in black robe is just the tip of the iceberg. What we really have to fight is the huge organization hidden in the dark, controlling everything."

Zi Yan's expression was solemn when she heard this, and her curiosity and doubts became stronger: "What kind of existence is the Soul Palace? Why did he mention becoming a slave?"

(End of this chapter)