Chapter 287

The Dark Lord's voice was like a whisper from hell, and along with the distortion of space, a suffocating sense of pressure swept over.

The surrounding scenery deformed like melting wax, the colors becoming strange and distorted, as if about to swallow everyone.

The Messenger of Light held Zhang Cheng's hand tightly, her knuckles turning white; she could feel her heartbeat thumping like a drum.

"Damn it, this space is distorting more and more!" The Starry Knight groaned, stumbling back a step; the wounds on his body ached in the distorted space, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance.

A gaunt man, the Dark Lord's confidant, glanced at the Starry Knight with contempt and let out a sharp laugh: "You bunch of remnants want to fight Lord Dark Lord's power? It's just wishful thinking!"

The Star Spirit flickered with faint light, seemingly also affected by the space distortion.

"His power is even more powerful than expected; I cannot fully analyze his spell structure." Its emotionless voice carried a hint of rare solemnity.

The gray-bearded old man sighed, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "I said long ago that the Dark Lord's power should not be underestimated; you were too careless." He looked at Zhang Cheng, his eyes carrying a hint of reproach.

Kelinda looked at Zhang Cheng worriedly and said softly: "Zhang Cheng, what should we do?" Her voice sounded erratic in the distorted space, as if it could be swallowed at any time.

Zhang Cheng gritted his teeth, forcing himself to calm down.

He looked around—the distorted space, the injured companions, the mocking enemies, and the increasingly powerful Dark Lord—all of this made him feel immense pressure.

But he knew he couldn't fall; he was the core of this team, and he had to lead everyone to find a way out.

Just then, the Nebula Sage suddenly said: "Wait! I think... I see a glimmer of hope..." His voice was low and urgent, his gaze fixed on a point in the center of the distorted space, where the degree of distortion seemed slightly lighter than elsewhere.

He pointed to that point and said firmly: "There! That is where the flaw lies!"

The Nebula Sage's voice was like a beacon in the dark, igniting hope in everyone.

"The center of that distortion looks the most dangerous, but it is actually the weakest! The Dark Lord's power is overly concentrated there, forming a fragile node instead! Let's concentrate our power to attack that point!"

Zhang Cheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood the Nebula Sage's meaning.

"Everyone, listen to the Nebula Sage's command!" He shouted, his voice echoing in the distorted space.

The Messenger of Light immediately transmitted healing energy to the Starry Knight, alleviating his pain.

The Blue Star Guardian stood in front of the group, resisting the pressure brought by the space distortion.

Kelinda used her special ability to sense the specific location of that weak point and guided the direction of everyone's attack.

"Now!" The Nebula Sage gave the order, and everyone gathered their respective powers into a powerful energy stream, striking the center of the distortion.

The space shook violently, and dazzling fresh light erupted, like a supernova explosion.

The Dark Lord let out a painful roar, looking in disbelief at his carefully constructed spell being easily broken, a shocked expression on his face.

"Impossible! You ants, how could you..."

Before he could finish, the Shadow Assassin sensed the reversal of the situation, his figure flashing, trying to escape into the shadows.

However, the Red-Robed Mage was prepared; he joined forces with the Green-Clothed Elf, a bright green light flashed, and a huge magic cage appeared out of thin air, trapping the Shadow Assassin inside.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" The Red-Robed Mage snorted coldly, the light of the staff in his hand flickering.

Seeing his confidant captured, the Dark Lord was furious but helpless.

At this moment, he was surrounded by the group, desperate like a trapped beast.

Zhang Cheng slowly raised the weapon in his hand, his eyes cold, murderous intent raging.

"It's over, Dark Lord." Zhang Cheng shouted in a low voice: "Now, attack!" He took the lead, the energy sword in his hand erupting with dazzling light, aiming straight for the Dark Lord's head.

The Nebula Sage controlled the energy field from the rear, limiting the Dark Lord's range of movement.

The Blue Star Guardian was like an iron fortress, blocking the Dark Lord's counterattacking dark energy impact.

Although the Dark Lord was besieged by the group, he was still extremely fierce.

He wielded the Dark Blade, black energy rolling around him like a roaring beast.

Beams of dark light shot from his hands, everyone dodged one after another, and deep pits were blasted into the ground.

"Watch out for his dark corrosion!" The Messenger of Light reminded, her light sprinkling onto the group, forming a protective film to resist the erosion of dark energy.

The Starry Knight endured the pain, his gaze firm.

He found a gap, jumped up fiercely, the longsword in his hand carrying the sound of breaking wind, piercing straight into the Dark Lord's chest.

The Dark Lord dodged the fatal blow by turning sideways, the tip of the sword cutting his robe and leaving a shallow wound.

However, just then, a holy white light descended from the sky, hitting the Dark Lord's back squarely.

The White-Clothed Elf had acted, her purification power having a strong restraining effect on dark creatures.

The Dark Lord let out a painful roar, his body staggered, and the dark energy became disordered.

"Knight!" Kelinda exclaimed, hurriedly running to the Starry Knight's side and supporting his swaying body.

"Are you okay?" She asked anxiously, her eyes full of concern.

The Starry Knight smiled reluctantly and shook his head: "I'm fine, thanks to you." He looked at Kelinda, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Kelinda's cheeks flushed slightly, she lowered her head and gently bandaged his wounds.

Between them, a subtle feeling was quietly growing.

Just when everyone thought victory was in their grasp, a low voice came from the depths of the labyrinth: "Do you think it's over? Stupid!" An old man in a gray robe, holding an ancient staff, walked out slowly; he was the labyrinth guardian.

"The Dark Lord's power is far beyond your imagination; unless you find the holy relic and completely eliminate him, he will come back..."

Before the labyrinth guardian could finish, a burst of wild laughter suddenly echoed through the entire labyrinth.

The Dark Lord clutched his wound and slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with strange light.

"Do you think... this is my full power?" He raised his hands, dark energy gathering in his palms, forming a black vortex, exuding a heart-palpitating aura.

The labyrinth guardian's face hidden under the gray robe, his voice low and hoarse, as harsh as ancient stone tablets rubbing together.

"The Dark Lord's power is far beyond your imagination; unless you find the holy relic and completely eliminate him, he will come back. The holy relic is hidden in the core of the labyrinth, where crises are everywhere..."

His words were like cold water extinguishing the hope that had just ignited in everyone's hearts.

Finding the holy relic—another arduous task pressed on their shoulders.

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "What exactly is the holy relic? And where is the core area?"

The gray-robed old man just shook his head, pointing his withered hand toward the depths of the labyrinth. "The answer is on the road." Having said that, he turned and merged into the shadows of the labyrinth, disappearing.

Zhang Cheng gripped the energy sword in his hand, his gaze firm.

"Let's go, we have no time to waste." Everyone supported each other, preparing to continue deeper into the labyrinth.

The Messenger of Light released healing light again to heal everyone, and the Nebula Sage began to analyze the information provided by the labyrinth guardian, trying to find the path to the core.

Just then, the Dark Lord suddenly let out a hair-raising wild laugh, the laughter echoing in the empty labyrinth like a funeral bell from hell.

"Do you think... this is my full power?" He clutched his wound and slowly stood up, his originally dim eyes now flashing with strange red light.

Dark energy gathered frantically in his palms, forming a huge black vortex, and a suffocating sense of pressure attacked the group.

"Not good!" The Blue Star Guardian roared, protecting the group behind him, his whole body energy surging, preparing to meet the coming impact.

The Dark Lord curled a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, the black vortex growing larger and larger, swallowing all surrounding light, like an entrance to the abyss.

He raised his hand, pointing at the group, his low voice like a demon's whisper: "Feel... despair..." The black vortex in his palm suddenly expanded, and a black beam of light shot straight into the sky...