kvmb Chapter 68 We're Lost
Chapter 68 We're Lost
In the dim light of the forest, with the shadows of the trees swaying, a strange sense of oppression enveloped the two of them.
Wang Yao gently tugged at Zhuang Yu's sleeve, a hint of worry in her eyes.
Zhuang Yu patted her hand and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
They proceeded cautiously. The surrounding environment seemed peaceful, but Zhuang Yu keenly sensed something amiss.
A faint spiritual energy fluctuation permeated the air, appearing and disappearing intermittently, like a ferocious beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike.
He stopped abruptly, his eyes scanning his surroundings intently, and whispered, "Be careful!"
Wang Yao also noticed something was wrong, and nervously gripped her sword, looking around warily.
The air around seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.
As the spiritual energy fluctuations grew stronger, a massive array appeared out of thin air around them.
The formation emitted a faint glow, its complex patterns intertwined like a giant spider web, trapping them firmly within.
Beams of light shot out from the formation, like sharp arrows, heading straight for them.
Zhuang Yu reacted swiftly, quickly shielding Wang Yao behind him. He channeled his spiritual energy into a protective barrier, blocking the incoming light.
The light struck the barrier, producing a series of piercing sounds that caused the ground to tremble slightly.
"Damn it, it's a Spirit-Trapping Array!" Zhuang Yu's face darkened. This array not only traps people, but also continuously consumes the spiritual power of those trapped.
In order to protect Wang Yao, he continuously channeled his spiritual energy to maintain the barrier, and his face gradually turned pale.
Wang Yao felt heartbroken seeing Zhuang Yu's exhausted appearance, but she was powerless to help and could only tightly grasp his sleeve.
"Brother Zhuang Yu..." she called softly, her eyes filled with worry.
Zhuang Yu gritted his teeth; he knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die.
While maintaining the barrier, he carefully observed the formation, trying to find a way to break it.
The array's patterns were incredibly complex and unpredictable, leaving him dazzled.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened as he noticed a luminous array eye at the center of the formation.
A thought struck him, and he whispered, "Yao'er, hold on tight to me!"
Wang Yao hugged Zhuang Yu tightly, feeling his body trembling.
Zhuang Yu took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes, and condensed his spiritual energy into a sharp sword, thrusting it forward fiercely...
The edge of the formation.
"No!" he growled.
Zhuang Yu let out a low growl, "That's not right!" and then abruptly withdrew his spiritual power.
He recalled what the mysterious old man had once said: "The true essence of formations lies in using softness to overcome hardness and going with the flow." He had been trying to forcefully break the formation, but he had overlooked its true nature.
Instead of confrontation, we should guide.
At this thought, a glint flashed in Zhuang Yu's eyes.
He no longer resisted the spiritual power of the formation, but began to guide its flow.
He integrated his own spiritual power into the spiritual power of the formation, moving along the lines of the formation like an experienced dancer guiding his partner's steps.
This action temporarily halted the formation's attack, the previously violent spiritual energy became docile, and the formation began to exhibit some strange changes.
The once stable light began to flicker erratically, and the complex patterns began to twist and deform, swaying like a drunkard.
A hint of anticipation appeared on Zhuang Yu's face.
He continued to guide the spiritual energy of the formation, causing it to flow in reverse and attack the formation itself.
The formation began to show signs of collapse, and the light flickered even more intensely, like a fireball about to explode.
Zhuang Yu seized the opportunity and led Wang Yao toward the weak point of the formation.
"Now!" he shouted, his spiritual energy transforming into a sharp blade that cleaved through the weak point of the formation.
With a deafening roar, the formation completely collapsed, turning into specks of starlight that dissipated into the air.
Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao successfully broke through the formation and stood on an open space.
Wang Yao's eyes were filled with surprise and joy. She hugged Zhuang Yu tightly and said excitedly, "Brother Zhuang Yu, you are so amazing!"
Zhuang Yu smiled slightly and gently patted her back.
However, before his smile could fully bloom, his expression suddenly changed.
"Wait..." He grabbed Wang Yao's hand, his voice low.
The formation shattered, and the expected smooth path did not appear; instead, a thick fog enveloped the area.
This fog was no ordinary mountain fog; it carried an eerie gray hue, swirling around the two like a ghost, obstructing their vision and disrupting Zhuang Yu's spiritual perception.
Having already expended a considerable amount of spiritual energy within the formation, the current fog only exacerbated the situation, causing Zhuang Yu to feel somewhat uneasy.
"Brother Zhuang Yu, as long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid of anything." Wang Yao's voice was exceptionally clear in the mist, trembling slightly but unusually firm.
She held Zhuang Yu's hand tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline.
Zhuang Yu gripped Wang Yao's soft little hand tightly, feeling a warmth in his heart.
This girl is always so insightful, making people feel sorry for her.
He gently stroked Wang Yao's hair and said softly, "Yao'er, I'm here, I won't let you get hurt."
The tender words echoed in the mist, but were quickly swallowed up by a chilling aura.
The mist surged like boiling water, and faint, low roars could be heard from within, sending chills down one's spine.
Zhuang Yu's expression turned serious; whatever was hidden in the mist was definitely not a benevolent being.
He shielded Wang Yao behind him, his hands surging with spiritual energy, ready to deal with any sudden danger.
"Hiss..." A sharp hiss broke the silence of the mist, and a black shadow darted out of the mist like lightning, rushing straight towards Zhuang Yu.
Zhuang Yu was prepared and dodged the attack from the shadowy figure by sidestepping.
The dark figure missed its first attack, circled in the air once, and pounced on Zhuang Yu again.
This time, Zhuang Yu saw its appearance clearly.
It was a monster that resembled a bat, with a huge body and wingspan of about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters). Its whole body exuded a nauseating stench.
"You mere beast, how dare you be so presumptuous!" Zhuang Yu shouted coldly, condensing spiritual energy into a long sword in his hand and slashing towards the demonic beast.
The monster let out a shrill scream, was cleaved in two by the longsword, and turned into a cloud of black mist that dissipated into the air.
However, this is just the beginning.
From within the mist, more and more roars rang out, and more dark figures surged out of the mist, rushing towards Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao like a tide...
Zhuang Yu's eyes sharpened, and he whispered, "Yao'er, hold on tight to me!" He decided to take the initiative instead of remaining on the defensive.
The spiritual energy within his dantian surged wildly, like a rushing river, flowing out along his meridians and forming a dazzling light shield around his body.
The light shield expanded rapidly, like a rising sun, dispelling the surrounding gray mist.
As the mist gradually dissipated, some distorted shadows appeared and disappeared at the edge of the light, like ghosts lurking in the darkness, emitting eerie whispers.
These shadows come in various shapes and sizes; some resemble giant spiders, others ferocious demons, and still others twisted trees, baring their fangs and claws in the mist as if they might pounce and devour them at any moment.
Wang Yao gripped Zhuang Yu's hand tightly, her face pale, but her eyes were firm, showing no sign of backing down.
She knew that in this perilous world of cultivation, she could only survive by relying on Zhuang Yu.
Zhuang Yu sensed Wang Yao's nervousness, and grasped her small hand tightly in return, offering her silent comfort.
His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, showing no fear whatsoever.
He quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations. A powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated from his body, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
"Heavenly Thunder Technique! Break!" Zhuang Yu roared, and a dazzling bolt of lightning shot out from his hand, like a roaring thunder dragon, crashing towards the shadows.
"Boom!" The lightning exploded, producing a deafening roar that completely dispelled the surrounding mist.
The shadows were struck by lightning, letting out shrill screams as if they were being burned by flames, twisting and struggling, and finally turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.
As the fog dissipated, the surrounding scenery finally became clear.
However, what appeared before them was not the smooth road they had imagined, but an unfamiliar mountain forest.
Towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, the ground was covered with strangely shaped rocks, and an eerie silence permeated the air, making people feel uneasy.
"Where...where is this?" Wang Yao looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, her eyes filled with confusion.
Zhuang Yu frowned. He looked around and found that the terrain here was completely different from the places they had passed through before.
They seemed to have unknowingly strayed from their original route and arrived at a more dangerous place.
"It seems we're lost," Zhuang Yu said in a deep voice, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
This unfamiliar mountain forest gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, as if it concealed countless unknown dangers.
Wang Yao also sensed the strangeness around her. She tightly grasped Zhuang Yu's hand and whispered, "Brother Zhuang Yu, I...I'm a little scared."
Zhuang Yu gently patted her hand and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Yao'er, I'm here, everything will be alright."
Although he said this, he was filled with vigilance.
What secrets does this unfamiliar mountain forest hold?
What challenges will they face?
Suddenly, Zhuang Yu stopped abruptly, staring sharply ahead, and whispered, "Be careful!"
Following his gaze, Wang Yao saw a huge, dark figure slowly approaching them from the woods ahead...
"What...what is it?" Wang Yao's voice trembled, almost inaudible.
Zhuang Yu didn't answer, but instead gripped Wang Yao's hand tightly, his gaze fixed on the approaching shadowy figure, his spiritual energy surging in his hands, ready to fight at any moment...
He felt a powerful sense of oppression coming towards them.