Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat at this scene. These fireballs were no ordinary fireballs; to see them burst so easily, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
Then, thirty or forty black lights changed direction, gathering towards the three of them like threads.
Wherever these lights passed, they emitted bursts of thunder, leaving trails of black afterimages in the air. For a moment, countless black lines seemed to appear before their eyes, making it difficult to distinguish the real ones from the illusory.
"Quick, defend!"
Wang Yan shouted, and his two female companions began to cast spells as well.
Chen, the junior sister in the yellow dress, threw the grey pearl in her hand, and with a magical gesture, it formed a grey light screen, blocking one direction.
Zhao, the senior sister, released a white shield. This shield was only palm-sized, but under her urging, it emitted a bright white light and spun rapidly, transforming into a crystal-clear white light giant shield.
Seeing the powerful attack of these black lights, Wang Yan naturally began to defend as well. A fiery-red jade pendant above his head released a red protective shield several feet wide, protecting the three of them inside.
But then countless black lights struck the red shield, and cracking sounds came from the shield as fine cracks appeared on its surface.
How is this possible? Wang Yan was shocked. His defensive magic weapon was about to break after only one strike. The attack power of these black lights was beyond his expectations.
He quickly channeled all his mana into the fiery-red jade pendant above his head. After receiving a sufficient supply of spiritual power, the red light shield became much thicker.
However, the three of them were surrounded by countless black lights, making it difficult to escape. Each light that struck the shield transmitted a tremendous force, causing the red light shield to shake constantly.
But that wasn't the most terrifying aspect of these lights. Each light that collided with the shield exploded into a deep blue ripple like water, sticking to the shield like some kind of viscous liquid. Then, the red light shield seemed to be corroded, and small holes of varying sizes appeared on it.
The entire shield was also dyed blue-black.
This forced Wang Yan to use all his spiritual power to continuously reinforce the defense, leaving him unable to use other means.
Watching the countless black lights constantly bombard it, his defensive shield reached its limit and was constantly shrinking. Some breached areas could only be resisted by his companions' defensive measures.
But it seemed to be a drop in the bucket and wouldn't last long.
At this moment, Zhang Ling was fully activating the black stone mirror in his hand. Instantly, the eight light mirrors surrounding the three of them rotated rapidly, constantly reflecting black lights. Each time they were reflected, these black lights condensed a bit. The lights, originally as thick as arms, had shrunk by more than half in this short period, but their attack power became stronger and stronger.
The three trapped inside could still defend, but after some time, their defenses would surely be broken.
At this moment, his face was also a little pale. This ancient treasure consumed a lot of spiritual power, several times more than ordinary magic weapons.
He couldn't last long either, but this was the most critical moment, and he couldn't relax in the slightest.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling noticed that the aura on the man among the three trapped people had become stronger again, vaguely comparable to the strength of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.
Then, the huge two-winged fire python that was constantly dancing above his head opened its mouth and created a suction force, sucking the pale-faced man and the two female cultivators into its mouth. Then, with a flick of its tail, it soared into the sky, pushing through the numerous black lights.
Judging by the posture, it seemed to want to escape this place.
A cold look flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. At the same time as the two-winged fire python soared into the sky, the two blue giant swords that had been waiting for a long time above instantly slashed out.
The sword light flashed and slashed on the head of the two-winged giant python, but the fire python did not dodge at all, and just as the giant sword fell, it opened its mouth and shot out a thick red flame.
With a loud bang, the fire and blue light intertwined and exploded.
The fire python was very agile and flicked its tail, darting out from the side and flying away into the distance.
Zhang Ling just gently shook the magic formula in his hand when he saw this scene, and he saw a flash of black light on the fire python's inevitable path. The black-purple bronze bell made a loud noise, and a sound wave directly hit the two-winged fire python.
Suddenly, the fire python stiffened as if it had been cast with a body-fixing spell.
Then, a yellow light flashed beside it, and a huge stone ball smashed into the fire python's head with a strong wind pressure.
The two-winged fire python was directly smashed to the ground by the giant stone, and its huge body instantly became thin, turning into points of red light and quickly dissipating.
Suddenly, a pink mist ball about ten feet in size flew out from it with a few flashes and rushed towards another direction.
But then a dozen thick blue-black vines broke out of the ground and instantly wrapped around the mist.
Then, the pink mist turned scarlet, and suddenly a dozen vines burst into flames. As soon as the spirit light group escaped, its speed suddenly increased and rushed straight into the sky.
But this mist only flew to a height of ten feet in the air, and more than a dozen purple light balls appeared around it. This mist was also very spiritual and dodged left and right.
But suddenly one of the purple light balls stretched and enlarged, turning into a huge purple net and covering it down.
Instantly, it blocked the direction of the mist's advance. The pink air mass had no choice but to shake a few times and retreat backwards.
But behind it, a tall humanoid creature was already waiting there. It was the Corpse Bear. The Corpse Bear opened its mouth and spewed out a large ball of gray-white corpse fire, trapping the mist in it.
There was a sizzling bubbling sound inside, but in an instant, the red light in the gray-white corpse fire brightened, and with a loud bang, the corpse fire exploded directly. Even the Corpse Bear was shaken back a distance.
The pink mist rushed out again, but at this moment the shape has been reduced by more than half.
"Ah, Senior Brother, don't leave me."
At the same time, I also heard a woman's scream in my ear, but it was the yellow-skirted female cultivator who was directly squeezed out of the pink mist.
The Corpse Bear flashed behind the woman, and with a wave of its dark claws forward, the woman was directly divided into several sections by the claw.
At this moment, Zhang Ling was locking on to the rising pink mist with his spiritual sense, and the black stone mirror in his hands flickered with dark light, and a burst of thunder came, and a black beam of light the thickness of an arm shot out with a swish.
The light beam was only the thickness of a finger, and there were wisps of blue light lingering on it. It crossed a distance of twenty feet and directly hit the about-to-escape pink mist.
The pink mist also seemed to have lost its power and froze in the air, and then the mist turned into a few wisps of black energy and dissipated, and two figures fell straight down.
