kvmb Chapter 288 This thing is too outrageous
Chapter 288 This thing is too outrageous
Chen Yile's heart was shaken, and he seemed to have found some strength from Xiao Yin's cry.
He forced himself to raise his head, his eyes gleaming with unyielding determination.
Although his body had been severely injured, he was still unwilling to admit defeat.
"I won't let you succeed!" Chen Yile gritted his teeth and forced himself to use the last bit of spiritual energy. The Tianshi Sword in his hand flashed a faint light again.
"What a pathetic struggle." The clown sneered, and the black mist continued to surge around him, as if waiting for his final prey.
"Go!" Chen Yile roared, and the Tianshi Sword in his hand flashed a ray of light and went straight towards the clown.
However, the black fog instantly condensed into a barrier, easily blocking his attack.
"Do you really think you can break this barrier?" The clown mocked from the side. The black fog instantly counterattacked, turning into countless sharp blades and attacking Chen Yile.
"Ah!" Chen Yile was hit, blood spurted out, and his body was knocked to the ground again.
He felt a sharp pain, and his indestructible body was completely broken at this moment, and his spiritual energy was almost exhausted.
"This is your end." The clown leaned closer, his smile becoming more sinister. "You no longer have the energy to play this game any longer."
"I... won't... give up..." Chen Yile raised his head with difficulty. Although his body was on the verge of collapse, the indomitable will in his heart was still burning.
"Oh? Do you still have the strength to speak?" There was a hint of teasing in the clown's laughter, as if he was enjoying it all.
"As long as I am still breathing, I will never let you succeed!" Chen Yile's voice was weak, but as firm as iron.
The clown was slightly stunned, then he showed a cold smile: "Well, let me see how long you can hold on."
As the clown's voice fell, the black fog surged again, and Chen Yile felt an invisible pressure, as if the whole world was pressing down on him.
His consciousness gradually blurred and the scene before his eyes became blurry.
"The game is over." The clown's voice echoed in his ears, as if announcing his failure.
At this moment, Chen Yile's heart trembled, as if he realized something.
He closed his eyes, trying to find the strength deep in his heart, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
"I won't... give up..." He muttered to himself, trying to awaken that hidden power.
But the clown's laughter echoed in his ears like a nightmare, making him feel extremely desperate.
In the end, Chen Yile's consciousness gradually dissipated in the black fog, as if it had been swallowed up.
"Goodbye, little friend." The clown's voice sounded in his ears, filled with endless sarcasm and indifference.
In this strange atmosphere, Chen Yile's body completely lost consciousness. The black fog enveloped him, as if trapping him in this endless nightmare forever.
Black fog filled the air, cold wind blew, and a sickening stench filled the air.
Chen Yile only felt that the scene in front of him gradually became blurred, and countless strange illusions emerged in his mind.
He seemed to be in an endless dark abyss, surrounded by a cold atmosphere, and seemed to hear a low chuckle in his ears.
It was as if countless pairs of cold hands stretched out from the darkness, clinging tightly to his body, dragging him deeper into the abyss.
"Chen Yile...you can't escape..." A cold voice echoed in his mind.
It was like countless evil whispers, eroding his will.
Gradually, the sound became louder and louder, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him coldly in the dark.
What was even more terrifying was that those eyes were filled with chilling greed, as if they were ready to tear him apart and devour him at any moment.
Chen Yile felt a palpitation in his heart. The magic power in his body seemed to be suppressed at this moment and could not function smoothly. His indestructible body was also in danger.
His thoughts gradually fell into chaos, and fear spread in his heart.
Just when he was about to lose his mind, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his leg.
Chen Yile was suddenly startled, the darkness in front of him seemed to be torn apart, and his consciousness returned to reality in an instant.
Looking down, he saw a rotten, blackened ghost hand tightly grasping his leg. Dark death energy was emitting from the fingertips, and it was clamping his muscles tightly, making a teeth-grinding rattling sound.
The ghost hand's claws tore at his legs frantically, almost tearing off a piece of flesh.
"Damn it!"
Chen Yile suddenly raised the Tianshi Sword and swung it hard at the ghost hand.
The sword flashed, and the ghost hand broke, turning into black mist and dissipating into the air.
He was breathing heavily, and the stinging pain in his legs forced him to stagger back a few steps. He endured the pain in his legs and forced himself to stand firmly.
The black fog around began to gradually dissipate, revealing the horrific scene hidden in the black fog.
Countless ghosts were wandering in front, and evil spirits of various shapes showed their hideous faces.
The headless ghost's neck was still spurting black blood, the water ghost's body was wet with strange water droplets, and cold ghost fire was burning in its empty eye sockets.
Their breath was extremely cold, carrying a smell of decay and death.
Chen Yile narrowed his eyes, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. He knew very well that these things before him were not ordinary ghosts.
Instead, they are evil spirits brought about by the black curse.
They are filled with resentment and are extremely cruel when they are alive. Even after death, they cannot rest in peace due to their resentment, making them even more difficult to deal with.
"Tianshi Sword!" Chen Yile silently recited the mantra in his heart, and the Tianshi Sword suddenly emitted a faint golden light, but it was far less dazzling than usual.
His indestructible body had been broken, and his magical powers had also been greatly restricted.
"Damn it, let's fight!" Chen Yile gritted his teeth, his eyes igniting with a hint of desperate madness. He ignored the pain, gripped the Tianshi Sword tightly, and rushed towards the group of evil spirits.
He swung his sword and the first headless ghost pounced on him, its sharp claws almost gnawing at his face.
Chen Yile swung his sword, the blade flashing with golden light, and it directly slashed the headless ghost. The headless ghost let out a shrill scream, and his body was instantly burned by the golden light, turning into a wisp of green smoke.
However, more evil spirits were already swarming in. The water ghost's hands were wrapped around him like vines, and his body was as cold as ice.
The rotten water dripped onto Chen Yile's skin, burning out black corrosion marks.
He gritted his teeth and swung his sword to cut off the entangled ghost hands, but before one wave subsided, another wave came, and more ghosts surrounded him as if endless.
Chen Yile's movements gradually became slower, the wounds on his body became more and more, and he felt overwhelmed.
Every swing of the sword was accompanied by great pain, and he could feel his physical strength and magic power rapidly draining away.
The damage to his indestructible body made him no longer as invulnerable as before, and every attack from the ghost caused him to be more seriously injured.