From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 304 Battle in the Immortal Realm: A Counterattack to Defeat the Enemy

Mo Yuan's maniacal laughter echoed in the air, as piercing as a sharp knife scraping through bone.

The shadowy figures behind him were poised to pounce, like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for their chance, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

I gripped the "Starfall" tightly in my hand, feeling the icy touch on my fingertips. A chill spread from my arm to my whole body, yet strangely, it made me even more awake.

Wen Chen stood beside me, his tall figure like a mountain, shielding me from most of the oppressive aura.

He could sense my tense emotions. His large, warm hand gently covered mine, and a continuous stream of strength flowed through me, dispelling my fear and bringing me a sense of inexplicable peace.

"Yao'er, don't be afraid, I'm here." His deep voice was like a spell, soothing the turmoil in my heart.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself calm.

The shadowy figures in front of me became clearer and clearer. I could see their ferocious faces, bloodthirsty eyes, and weapons gleaming coldly in their hands.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with a strange, cloyingly sweet aroma.

"Make your move!" Mo Yuan's command was like opening the gates of hell.

Those dark figures instantly transformed into streaks of black lightning, rushing towards us.

With a sharp cry, Zi Ling wielded her long whip like a serpent, creating gusts of wind that forced the approaching enemies back.

I brandished the Starfall Sword, its light as dazzling as a galaxy, slicing through the night sky and taking away shadows.

However, there were simply too many enemies, surging in like a tidal wave, impossible to kill or eliminate completely.

My movements gradually slowed down, my breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

I saw the ethereal immortal trying to come and help, but he was entangled by Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan's moves were unpredictable and carried a chilling aura, leaving the ethereal immortal struggling to keep up and displaying a helpless expression.

"Wen Chen..." I called out softly, my voice trembling slightly.

Wen Chen didn't say anything, but instead grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him, using his body to build a solid barrier for me.

He wielded his longsword with impenetrable speed, his sword energy crisscrossing, slaying any approaching enemies one by one.

However, no matter how strong he was, he could not withstand so many enemies.

I saw wounds gradually appearing on his body, and bright red blood stained his clothes.

My heart sank suddenly, and a sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

Just then, Mo Yuan suddenly stopped attacking, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his hand, a ball of black energy gathering in it, emanating a chilling aura.

“Xiao Yao,” he said, each word deliberate and laced with malice, “are you ready to face death?”

The black light in his hand grew stronger, illuminating his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face and my terrified eyes...

"Do not……"

The black light in Mo Yuan's hand suddenly erupted, like a ferocious beast pouncing straight at me.

Before I could even react, I felt a powerful force strike my chest, and excruciating pain instantly spread throughout my body.

I groaned and staggered backward, a metallic taste rising in my throat.

The magical power within his body was like a wild horse, rampaging and causing waves of tearing pain through his meridians.

"Xiao Yao!" Zi Ling exclaimed, trying to come and help me, but she herself was in grave danger, entangled by two dark figures and unable to break free.

She swung her long whip slower and slower, her face filled with anxiety and worry.

I tried to steady myself and mobilize my magic to resist, but I found that the spiritual energy in my body was in complete chaos and I couldn't control it at all.

Mo Yuan's attack not only damaged my body, but also disrupted my spiritual power, leaving me as powerless as an ordinary mortal.

The surrounding environment was a mess, with trees snapped in half, the ground cracked, and the air thick with the smell of blood and burning.

I saw that Ziling was also injured, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.

"Haha, Xiao Yao, is this all the strength you have?" Mo Yuan laughed wildly, his voice filled with mockery and disdain. "I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you're nothing special." His words pierced my heart like a sharp knife, filling me with humiliation and anger.

I saw Wen Chen being attacked by a group of dark figures. Although he was powerful, he was gradually showing signs of fatigue.

He had several wounds on his body, and his clothes were stained with blood, but he still stood tall, like a guardian angel protecting me.

“Wen Chen…” My voice was hoarse, my heart filled with worry and anxiety.

I don't want him to get hurt because of me, and I certainly don't want him to give his life for me.

Mo Yuan seemed to see through my thoughts, and his smile became even more sinister. "What? Feeling sorry for your lover? Too bad, you're all going to die here today!"

I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain in my body, my heart filled with resentment.

I can't die here. I still have so much to do. I need to protect my friends. I need to...

Suddenly, I made a decision. I slowly put down the meteorite in my hand and closed my eyes…

"What are you doing?" Mo Yuan's voice was full of doubt.

I slowly put down the meteorite in my hand and closed my eyes.

The surrounding noise seemed to freeze instantly, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

I could feel Mo Yuan's questioning gaze, and his cold, questioning voice echoed in my ears: "What are you doing?"

Everyone around me stopped what they were doing and stared at me in surprise.

I could hear them whispering and sense their curiosity and confusion about me.

But these sounds could not disturb my mind; I focused intently on activating the newly acquired mysterious power within me.

This power, like a surging undercurrent, started from my dantian and quickly spread throughout my body.

It's different from my previous spiritual power; it's purer and more powerful.

I can feel it flowing through every corner of my body, bringing an unprecedented sense of power.

I became one with this power, as if I could control the fate of the entire world.

The surrounding environment began to change, and a strange fragrance filled the air, replacing the previous stench of blood and burnt flesh with a refreshing scent.

I could hear the trees rustling slightly in the distance and feel the ground shaking.

My body gradually became lighter, as if I could float with the wind.

Suddenly, a bright light burst forth from my body, like the light of the rising sun, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The intense light carried a powerful energy that swept away like a storm.

Mo Yuan's men were struck by the intense light, and they all screamed in pain before collapsing instantly.

Their bodies were like withered trees, devoid of life.

Mo Yuan was also thrown back by this sudden force. His figure swayed precariously in the bright light, and his face showed an expression of extreme terror.

The bright light gradually subsided, and I slowly opened my eyes, which shone brightly.

The surrounding enemies had all been defeated, and the battlefield was in complete disarray.

I stood there, my face beaming with the joy of victory, enveloped in the glow of glory.

Everyone stared at me in astonishment.

Mo Yuan's voice trembled as he said, "This... is impossible..."

I smiled slightly, offering no response, and instead gazed in Wen Chen's direction...

The starlight faded, and the noise gradually subsided.

I slowly opened my eyes, enveloped in familiar warmth, and a sense of security melted away the stinging pain in my chest, like the warm spring sun.

Wen Chen, having broken free from the encirclement, was gazing at me with his eyes, which were always filled with trust and love.

Several newly added bloodstains on his bronze face made him look even more heroic.

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, yet he still gripped my hand tightly, as if trying to embed me into his life, never to be separated again.

"Yao'er, are you alright?" His voice was low and hoarse, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

I shook my head, feeling the roughness and warmth of his palm. That temperature seemed to have the power to heal everything, gradually calming the surging spiritual energy within me.

"I'm fine, Wen Chen, thank you."

Their eyes met, and no further words were needed.

A thousand words were conveyed in that tender exchange of glances.

I could read the worry, tenderness, and determination in his eyes, and he must have seen the gratitude, attachment, and determination to fight side by side in mine.

We smiled at each other.

That smile dispelled the bloodshed and gloom of the battlefield, like the dawn's sunlight, warm and bright.

Around us, Zi Ling wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and gave us a relieved smile.

Although the ethereal immortal was pale, he stroked his beard, his eyes full of admiration.

The joy of surviving a disaster, the sweetness of being with a loved one, the warmth of friends' support...

All of these things intertwine to create an indescribable warmth that flows quietly in the air.

It's as if the brutal battle we just experienced was just a nightmare. Now that we've woken up, we're still closely connected, still holding each other.

However, in this warm and cozy moment, I keenly sensed something amiss.

The ground beneath my feet no longer felt familiar; instead, it trembled with an unsettling intensity.

A strange energy fluctuation permeated the air, oppressive and dull, like the calm before a storm.

Looking up, the once clear and blue sky was now shrouded in a light gray, like a giant curtain obscuring the brilliance of the immortal realm.

This change was subtle and slow; if I didn't possess a perception far beyond that of ordinary people, I probably wouldn't have been able to notice it.

But it was precisely this subtle abnormality that stirred a strong sense of unease within me.

"Wen Chen," I tugged at his hand, my gaze fixed intently on the sky, "Don't you feel that... something's not right about the Immortal Realm?"

He followed my gaze, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his deep eyes…