Chapter 2235 Trap (1)

2235 Trap (1)

No one stopped Long Jingxia as she walked into the cabin.

Gu Bingning hesitated. Long Jingxia was obviously no match for Venerable Darkness. It was like walking into a death trap.

"What a fool," Huang Ba sneered, curling his lip with disdain.

Yun Lintian frowned but remained silent.

Gu Bingning took a deep breath and quickly followed Long Jingxia.

Surprised, Huang Ba remarked, "No way. Has she been infected by Long Jingxia's foolishness?" Yôur favorite novels at n/o(v)el/bin(.)com

"I have a bad feeling," Yun Lintian sighed. "I think we're going to be dragged into this."

"How could that be?" Huang Ba shook his head.

Yun Lintian didn't elaborate, but his experience told him that Venerable Darkness and his followers wouldn't hesitate to target him and Huang Ba as well.

"However, they should be fine. Venerable Darkness wouldn't dare harm them, or he'll face the wrath of the Heavenly Dragon Sword God and the Silverfrost Sword God," Huang Ba said casually.

Yun Lintian glanced at him. "You said this isn't the usual route, right?"

"Yes," Huang Ba nodded, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"Did your master give you any protection?" Yun Lintian asked.

"He always tells me to go alone, but he's secretly worried I'll die somewhere. So, yeah, there's his God Mark in my body," Huang Ba replied. "What's wrong, Brother Yun?"

"Can you contact your master right now?" Yun Lintian inquired.

Huang Ba frowned and tried, but his expression changed drastically. "I can't," he uttered in a deep voice. He immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

Despite their combined efforts, the puppet proved to be a formidable opponent. Its regenerative abilities were astonishing, its wounds closing almost as quickly as they were inflicted.

"We need to break its core!" Long Jingxia shouted, her voice barely audible over the din of battle. She parried a vicious claw strike, the impact sending shockwaves through her arm.

Gu Bingning nodded, her eyes fixed on a glowing orb embedded in the puppet's chest. "Focus your attacks!"

With renewed determination, the two swordswomen launched a coordinated assault, their blades flashing like lightning as they weaved through the puppet's defenses. Long Jingxia's sword, imbued with the fiery essence of the fire dragon, left trails of scorching heat in its wake, while Gu Bingning's blade, infused with the icy power, frosted the air with each strike.

"Roar!" The puppet roared in defiance, its body convulsing as it tried to shake off its attackers. But Long Jingxia and Gu Bingning were relentless, their movements synchronized as they drove their swords deeper and deeper into the creature's core.

"ROARRRR—"

With a final, desperate cry, the puppet exploded, its body disintegrating into a shower of twisted metal and charred flesh.

The shockwave from the explosion sent Long Jingxia and Gu Bingning flying backward, but they managed to land on their feet, their swords still clutched tightly in their hands.

As the dust settled, they surveyed the scene, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. "There are more," Gu Bingning said, her voice grim. "I can sense their presence."

Long Jingxia nodded, her eyes scanning the shadows. "They're coming."

The two swordswomen stood back-to-back, their swords raised in anticipation. The air crackled with tension as the darkness around them seemed to writhe and twist.

Suddenly, the shadows erupted, revealing a horde of grotesque puppets, each one more monstrous than the last. They surged forward, their eyes glowing with a sinister light.

Long Jingxia and Gu Bingning braced themselves, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew they were outnumbered and outmatched. But they would not surrender.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped the surroundings, shrouding Gu Bingning and Long Jingxia in a chilling gloom. The expressions of both women changed drastically because they couldn't perceive the oncoming puppets.

Their senses, once honed to detect the slightest tremor or whisper of energy, now felt like muted echoes in a void.

A cold dread settled over them as the familiar hum of their swords, a comforting source of strength, faded into a hollow silence...