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Chapter 565 Black Spiritual Power Vortex

The huge impact force caused the air to emit a deafening roar, and circles of air waves visible to the naked eye spread wildly in all directions.

Ling Ye was shocked by this force and retreated repeatedly. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground splashed up a series of sparks.

Pu Chuang wasn't feeling well either. His body shook violently and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But he burst into crazy laughter: "Ling Ye, you can't escape today!" After that, regardless of his own injuries, he frantically activated the "Anmie Lingshu" again.

Ling Ye was struggling to hold on in the turbulent flow of spiritual energy. His body was in a mess and every breath seemed to pull at his tense nerves.

The moment he steadied his body, he caught a glimpse of the right out of the corner of his eye.

The Lingqi tree stood still, its branches like lively vines, winding and stretching in the air, emitting a soft and strange light, which was out of tune with the chaotic scene around it.

At the top of the Lingqi Tree, a spiritual crystal core is firmly embedded, and the faint light seems to be a spark of hope in the darkness.

His breathing hitched and his heart beat wildly, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

The records of the Lingyun Crystal Core in ancient books instantly came to my mind: the crystallization of the purest spiritual power in the spiritual world, it has the power to change the world.

This may be his only hope to turn the tide of the battle!

No time to hesitate!

Ling Ye's eyes suddenly changed, as sharp as a hawk locking onto its prey, his teeth clenched, his cheeks puffed up, his facial muscles tensed, and he had only one thought in his mind: "Let's fight! This is my last chance!"

He exerted force with his legs, sand and stones on the ground flew everywhere, and he turned into a black afterimage, rushing towards Lingqi Tree. The corners of his clothes were whistling in the airflow.

Pu Chuang had been staring at Ling Ye, and when he suddenly turned around, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, like an enraged ancient ferocious beast.

“Want to make a comeback by relying on the Lingyun Crystal Core?” He roared in his heart, and the chaotic energy around him surged wildly, forming a black vortex.

His hands danced rapidly, and there seemed to be black threads wrapped between his fingers, driving the "Dark Spiritual Pivot" like a black meteor to intercept Ling Ye.

"Ling Ye, you can't escape today!" Pu Chuang shouted sternly, his voice filled with unquestionable arrogance.

As the roar sounded, the space around "Dark Spiritual Pivot" twisted, and black cracks continued to expand, as if to swallow everything.

Ling Ye turned a deaf ear to him and had only one belief in his mind: to get the Lingyun Crystal Core.

He kept walking, his pace getting faster and faster, and every step was full of determination.

While dodging the attacks, he was rapidly thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

He knew very well that Pu Chuang would never let him go easily and every step was full of danger, but he had no way out.

Just as he was about to get close to the Lingqi Tree, Pu Chuang's attack followed.

A beam of black spiritual energy passed by his shoulder, creating a string of sparks.

Ling Ye's body shook, but without any pause, he increased his speed.

At this moment, he was only a few steps away from the Lingyun Crystal Core, and the dawn of victory seemed to be just before his eyes.

Suddenly, Ling Ye sensed a powerful force approaching rapidly from behind him. It was another attack from Pu Chuang!

He didn't have time to look back and instinctively dodged to the side.

The blow grazed his back, causing a burning pain.

Ling Ye gritted his teeth and persisted, continuing to charge forward.

"Hmph, do you think it's so easy to get the Lingyun Crystal Core?" Pu Chuang sneered and formed seals with his hands again. The power of "Dark Spiritual Pivot" increased again, and the black cracks around it became more and more dense.

Ling Ye's heart tightened, he knew that Pu Chuang was going to risk everything.

But he did not back down, instead he aroused his inner fighting spirit.

"Pu Chuang, you underestimate me!" He roared in a low voice, without stopping, while secretly gathering his spiritual power, preparing to meet Pu Chuang's next round of attack.

At this moment, a bold idea flashed through his mind. Since Pu Chuang was so persistent in blocking him, he could use this to lead Pu Chuang's attack to destroy the spiritual force field around the Lingqi Wood. Perhaps he could create a momentary flaw and seize the Lingyun Crystal Core. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and tried to calm his heartbeat. At this critical moment of life and death, he had to remain absolutely calm.

He immediately activated the "Anmie Lingshu" to change the direction of attack and headed towards Lingye to intercept him.

Just when the "Anmie Lingshu" was about to hit Lingye, Lingye turned sideways and narrowly avoided the attack.

The crystal core was within reach, and Ling Ye reached out to grab it. As soon as his fingertips touched the crystal core, a powerful force instantly surged into his body.

Ling Ye was overjoyed. He felt that this power might really help him defeat Pu Chuang.

But how could Pu Chuang give up? He once again frantically activated the "Anmie Lingshu", and wave after wave of attacks swept towards Lingye.

Holding the "Red Spirit Sword" and with the help of the power of the "Spiritual Crystal Core", Ling Ye started a thrilling life-and-death battle with Pu Chuang.

Every attack and defense caused the surrounding space to vibrate, and the figures of the two people appeared and disappeared in the light of spiritual power.

Liu Miao was like a frightened deer, clinging tightly to the spiritual tree, her breathing becoming extremely shallow and slow, for fear of making the slightest sound.

In the field, Ling Ye was surrounded by green spiritual power, which was like a lively flame, jumping with his breathing. The rustling of his clothes showed his determination to defeat the enemy. Pu Chuang was hidden in the thick black fog, and his eyes that occasionally showed were deep and cold, like the abyss in the cold night, which made people feel scared.

The two men confronted each other, and the spiritual energy in the air collided and squeezed each other, making a sharp "sizzling" sound, as if countless fine steel needles were piercing.

"This is a battle of life and death." Liu Miao's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, with a slight tremor that was difficult to conceal, and her nervousness was evident in her words.

Her hands unconsciously grasped tightly the Fantasy Leaf Vine hanging from the Lingqi Tree. The Fantasy Leaf Vine twisted and deformed in her hands, but remained tenacious and unyielding.

Liu Miao's heartbeat accelerated sharply, and the scene of Ling Ye being injured kept flashing through her mind. Although Ling Ye was strong, Pu Chuang's weirdness made the outcome of this battle full of uncertainty, and every second gripped her heart.

Liu Miao's eyes were like being attracted by a magnet, tightly locking onto Ling Ye.

The spiritual power around Ling Ye surged like a raging tsunami and quickly condensed in his palm.

In the blink of an eye, a Scarlet Spiritual Sword took shape. The sword was fiery red all over, and a hot breath rushed to one's face. The texture of the sword body sparkled with the unique luster of the spirit race's heritage. Every line contained an ancient and powerful power, as if telling a legend of the past.

"He's about to take action." Liu Miao stood on tiptoe and leaned forward, as if she wanted to blend into the surrounding environment. She did not miss any of Ling Ye's subtle movements. Every look and every fluctuation of spiritual power were all within her sight.

Ling Ye exerted force suddenly, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked like a spider web, with gravel flying everywhere.

He transformed into a streak of black lightning, and with an unstoppable momentum, he rushed towards the Soul Erosion Array.

Liu Miao's heart suddenly hung in her throat, and she subconsciously covered her mouth tightly with her hands. Her nails dug deeply into her palms, leaving white marks.

"Hah!" Ling Ye shouted loudly, and the sound shook the whole area, like the ringing of a huge bell.

The Chi Lingxiao sword was raised high, and the spiritual power on the sword body shone brightly. The dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire dark and depressing space.

Liu Miao's eyes were stung by the light, but she also saw the dawn of victory in it. The light was like a fire of hope in the darkness, igniting the expectations in her heart.

"Boom!" The sword and the illusion array collided violently, making a deafening noise, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart.

Liu Miao subconsciously closed her eyes, her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and she held her head with her hands, as if this could help her resist the powerful impact.

When the light faded, she slowly opened her eyes, only to see that the Eclipse Spirit Array was split in half. Spiritual energy at the cracks splashed out like gorgeous fireworks, beautiful but deadly, and every bit of spiritual energy that escaped carried a breath of destruction.

Ling Ye did not hesitate at all. He flashed and swung the Chi Ling Xiao Sword again like a ghost, heading straight for Pu Chuang's Anmie Lingshu.

With a "crack", the Dark Spiritual Pivot instantly broke into two halves.

"Successful?" Liu Miao was surprised and happy, her voice rose unconsciously, so sharp that it broke the silence.

Her eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in them, and her heart was filled with admiration and pride for Ling Ye. Liu Miao wanted to rush over, but her legs seemed to be nailed by an invisible force. The excitement and joy made her body tremble slightly, even her fingertips were trembling.

At this time, Pu Chuang laughed crazily: "Do you think it's over like this? Too naive!" He danced his hands quickly, and the surrounding spiritual power gathered madly, forming a huge black spiritual power vortex. There were faint flashes of lightning in the vortex, revealing a breath of destruction.