readytorunbook Chapter 270 Destroying the Demon Base
Chapter 270 Destroying the Demon Base
Chapter 270 Destroying the Demon Base
The black bead in the scheming man's hand emitted an ominous light, and a suffocating pressure spread out.
Zhuang Yu's heart skipped a beat; this aura was stronger than ever before!
Ghost Strategist's cold laughter was particularly jarring amidst the chaos of the battlefield: "Zhuang Yu, do you really think you've won? Hahahaha..."
The demonic energy surged, and the cries of ghosts and wolves echoed throughout the heavens and earth. The attacks of the evil forces' soldiers became increasingly frenzied, surging in wave after wave like a tide.
Zhuang Yu brandished his spirit sword, its light flashing like a rainbow, each swing taking away several lives.
He kept his eyes open and ears attentive, resisting the fierce attacks while remaining vigilant against the treacherous schemes.
Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his angular face, but his eyes were firm, his heart was full of fighting spirit, and he showed no sign of backing down.
"Kill! For the Spirit Realm!" Zhuang Yu roared, his voice booming like thunder, inspiring the surrounding alliance members.
Under Zhuang Yu's leadership, they also put up a tenacious resistance and fought a bloody battle.
The clanging of swords clashing, the booming of spells exploding, and the roars of warriors mingled together to form a tragic war song.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, making one want to vomit.
Suddenly, Zhuang Yu was startled, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.
Ghost Strategist's actions were too abnormal; he seemed indifferent to the outcome of the battle.
His eyes shone brightly as he scanned the battlefield, trying to uncover the true purpose of the scheming scheme.
In a flash, Zhuang Yu suddenly realized!
The strategist's goal wasn't to attack the city at all, but rather to distract him!
His real purpose is...
The resource repository of the spirit world city!
That place holds thousands of years of accumulated spiritual energy; if it is destroyed, the consequences will be unimaginable!
"Damn it! We've fallen into a trap!" Zhuang Yu cursed under his breath. Without hesitation, he shouted, "Old Li! You lead half the men to continue guarding the city, the rest of you follow me!" His voice was full of unquestionable authority, which made the alliance members move immediately.
Old Zhang looked troubled and said in a trembling voice, "Alliance Leader Zhuang... if we leave, what will happen to Cheng... what will happen to Cheng?"
"Execute the order!" Zhuang Yu shouted sharply, his eyes revealing a chilling killing intent.
Old Zhang dared not say anything more and could only lead half of his men to continue the resistance.
Zhuang Yu led his elite troops, transforming into a streak of light, and sped towards the secret base of the evil forces.
His decisive decisions and formidable strength earned him the deep respect of the alliance members.
They followed closely behind.
"You scheming devil, your plot ends here!" Zhuang Yu's voice echoed in the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum...
"Heh," the cunning strategist chuckled contemptuously as he watched Zhuang Yu's departing figure. "You think you can really stop me?" The black bead in his hand shone brightly, emanating an even more malevolent aura...
Zhuang Yu led the group at breakneck speed toward the secret base, with henchmen of evil forces constantly trying to stop them along the way.
Although these lacked strength, their numbers were vast, like locusts, covering the sky and earth.
"Kill!" Zhuang Yu took the lead, brandishing his spirit sword, the sword energy crisscrossing, each swing taking the lives of a group of henchmen.
He moved nimbly through the enemy ranks, like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable.
Every attack was incredibly precise; wherever the sword sliced through, flesh and blood flew, and screams filled the air.
His henchmen were as fragile as paper in front of him, utterly vulnerable.
The guardians following behind Zhuang Yu were also incredibly brave, wielding their weapons and engaging in fierce battles with the enemy.
Swords clashed, spells roared, and battle cries shook the heavens.
They cooperated seamlessly, covering each other and forming an impregnable defensive line that kept the enemy out.
"Damn it! These guys are so troublesome!" a henchman roared, swinging his giant axe at Zhuang Yu.
Zhuang Yu dodged the attack by sidestepping, and at the same time, he swung his sword backhand and beheaded the henchman leader.
"Pathetic." Zhuang Yu snorted coldly and continued his charge forward.
Along the way, Zhuang Yu and his companions encountered countless obstacles, and every battle was extremely difficult, but they ultimately achieved victory by virtue of their strong strength and unwavering belief.
Finally, they arrived at the gate of the secret base.
The base was built on a huge mountain peak, shrouded in dense demonic energy, eerie and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.
The base's gates were tightly shut, covered with eerie runes, emanating a chilling aura.
"Hmph, a mere trick!" Zhuang Yu sneered, and with a thought, entered the mysterious space.
Within the space, he quickly absorbed the energy he needed, and his strength surged instantly.
"Break!" Zhuang Yu roared, his spirit sword shining brightly as he slashed at the base gate.
With a deafening roar, Zhuang Yu cleaved open the base gate with a single sword strike, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.
"Kill!" Zhuang Yu led his men into the base and engaged in a fierce battle with the evil forces inside.
The base was heavily fortified with numerous traps, but Zhuang Yu and his men were like tigers descending a mountain, unstoppable.
They swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum, routing the evil forces within the base and sending them fleeing in disarray.
"Oh no! Someone's broken in!" a henchman shouted in terror.
"Quickly inform Lord Ghost Strategist!" another henchman hurriedly said.
Zhuang Yu and his group fought their way to the depths of the base when suddenly, a huge altar appeared in front of them.
On the altar, a black bead emitted an eerie light, and the surrounding demonic energy became even more intense, suffocating the senses.
"You cunning schemer, you've finally shown yourself!" Zhuang Yu said coldly.
"Hmph, Zhuang Yu, I'm truly surprised you managed to find this place." A chilling voice echoed from the altar, and the figure of the scheming ghost slowly materialized...
A flicker of surprise flashed in Gui Mou's sinister eyes, which was quickly replaced by a deeper madness.
"You actually managed to find this place... then let's all perish together!" His hoarse voice echoed above the altar as he rapidly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.
The black bead suddenly shone brightly, and a destructive energy wave spread out from the center of the altar, causing the entire base to shake violently.
"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct!" Old Li exclaimed, his face changing drastically.
Inside the base, walls began to collapse, the ground cracked, and magma gushed out from the fissures, the intense heat scorching everyone's skin.
The piercing sound of metal scraping together was deafening, and all sorts of deadly traps appeared from all directions: sharp blades, spurting venom, and a dense rain of arrows...
It forms a picture of death.
Despite the danger, Zhuang Yu remained calm and focused, quickly pinpointing the source of the energy fluctuations—the black bead at the center of the altar.
He flashed, becoming a blur, dodging the deadly traps, and rushed towards the center of the altar.
The wind howled, making his clothes flutter, but his eyes remained firm, without the slightest hesitation.
"Want to die together with me? You're not qualified!" Zhuang Yu sneered, his spirit sword shining brightly as he slashed at the black bead.
With a deafening roar, the black bead was shattered by Zhuang Yu's sword, and the destructive energy fluctuations dissipated instantly.
Ghost Strategist's face showed an expression of disbelief. He never expected that Zhuang Yu could break his plan so easily.
"You..." Before Gui Mou could finish speaking, Zhuang Yu's sword had already pierced his heart.
Gui Mou's eyes widened, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body collapsed limply to the ground.
"It's over." Zhuang Yu sheathed his spirit sword, looked around, and saw that the base was in a mess, but the danger had passed.
He turned to the crowd and said, "Begin destroying the base!"
The alliance members were in high spirits and took action, destroying all the facilities inside the base.
Explosions rang out one after another, flames soared into the sky, and the entire base was reduced to ruins by their attack.
In the distance, the Alliance members on the city wall cheered as they saw their base destroyed. They knew that the Spirit Realm was finally safe.
Zhuang Yu stood on the ruins, gazing into the distance, a slight smile on his lips.
Suddenly, he frowned, sensing a faint energy fluctuation emanating from underground...
"what happened?"
Deep within the base, smoke filled the air.
Zhuang Yu stood proudly, his spirit sword dripping with the black blood left by the evil forces, its blade radiating a chilling light.
The scheming man's body lay to one side, his eyes wide open in death.
The base gradually collapsed amidst the roar of explosions, signifying the demise of the evil forces.
Zhuang Yu took a deep breath. The air was filled with dust and the smell of blood, which made him feel slightly uncomfortable, but the joy of victory overshadowed all of that.
He turned around and led everyone out of the ruins and into the light.
Upon returning to the spirit city, they were greeted by thunderous cheers.
The streets were packed with people waving flags and shouting Zhuang Yu's name. Colorful ribbons rained down from the sky and landed on Zhuang Yu's shoulders like medals of victory.
The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, mixed with the joyful noise of people celebrating, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.
Zhuang Yu walked in the center of the crowd, feeling the enthusiasm of everyone, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
He smiled and waved to the crowd, his face radiating confidence.
The sunlight shone on him, as if gilding him with a layer of gold, making him look even more majestic, like a god descending to earth.
The children crowded around him, curiously observing the hero.
Their eyes were filled with admiration, and their childish voices rose and fell: "Wow, this is Zhuang Yu, the great hero!" "He's so amazing!" "I want to be like him!"
Zhuang Yu bent down, gently patted a child's head, and said tenderly, "As long as you work hard, everyone can become a hero."
The celebratory drums and gongs were deafening, vibrating Zhuang Yu's eardrums.
He looked around and saw many joyful faces, which gave him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
At this moment, he is a hero, a guardian of the spirit world, his prestige has reached its peak, this is his moment of glory.
However, at this moment of celebration, a mysterious person dressed in black and wearing a straw hat quietly appeared at the edge of the crowd.
He handed Zhuang Yu a note and then quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Zhuang Yu unfolded the note, which contained only a few words:
"Be careful of Wang Yao."
Zhuang Yu's expression instantly turned serious, and his smile froze.