The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Everyone united again and their friendship became even deeper.

They knew that the battle was not over yet, but they had found hope of defeating the enemy.

However, just as everyone was rejoicing, the golden-robed messenger suddenly let out a long roar toward the sky, and an even more powerful force burst out from his body.

The golden light on his body became even more dazzling, like a burning flame, illuminating the entire night sky.

"This is...his last trick!" Elder Chen's face changed drastically and he shouted in horror.

Everyone's heart sank, and an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped their hearts.

They looked at the terrifying power emanating from the golden-robed messenger, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

"What should I do..." Luo Xiaoyu's voice trembled and was full of helplessness.

The golden-robed messenger slowly raised his right hand. In his palm, a ball of golden energy was condensing, emitting a destructive aura.

"Prepare...to face death!" the golden-robed messenger said with a grim smile.

"Do not……"

The golden-robed messenger howled toward the sky, and a powerful force burst out from his body, shattering the silence around him like a cannonball.

The golden light on his body became more and more dazzling, like a burning flame, illuminating the night sky with a fiery glow.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were filled with unprecedented fear and despair.

Xiaohong snuggled tightly in the arms of the man in white, her eyes full of fear and tears welling up in her sockets.

Granny Lin knelt beside the unconscious Luo Xiaoyu, gently stroking her forehead with trembling hands, her eyes full of worry.

Although Doctor Zhang was physically weak, his eyes remained firm and he knew he could not give up.

The man in white lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his heart was filled with anger and unwillingness.

The surrounding environment became dark and lightless, as if the whole world was shrouded in a doomsday atmosphere.

The trees swayed in the strong wind, making a shrill sound. The dead grass on the ground was blown away by the wind, and the air was filled with a dead smell.

The laughter of the golden-clad messenger echoed in the night sky, like the curse of an evil spirit, making people terrified.

The golden-robed messenger slowly raised his right hand. In his palm, a ball of golden energy was condensing, emitting a destructive aura.

A sneer appeared on his face. "Prepare... for death!" He said with a grin, his voice like a sharp blade, piercing everyone's eardrums.

"No..." Luo Xiaoyu's voice trembled and was full of helplessness.

She struggled to stand up, but her weakness caused her to fall to the ground again.

Granny Lin hurriedly supported her, her eyes full of concern and helplessness.

At the moment when everyone was about to collapse, the man in white suddenly stood up. He gripped his sword tightly and looked at the messenger in gold with a firm gaze.

"I will protect everyone!" he said firmly, his voice steady and powerful.

The green-shirted swordsman followed closely behind, drawing his sword, with a gleam of justice in his eyes.

"I'll fight alongside you!"

The two tried their best to face the golden-clad messenger.

The swordsmanship of the man in white is as smooth as flowing water, and each sword contains great power, while the swordsmanship of the swordsman in green is fierce and powerful, like a violent storm.

Their tenacity and courage moved everyone present.

The golden-robed messenger sneered, and the energy ball in his hand suddenly expanded, with even more terrifying power.

He waved his right hand, and the energy ball turned into a golden ray of light, rushing straight towards the man in white and the swordsman in green.

Although the two men fought hard, they were still blown away by the powerful force. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground, bleeding profusely.

Seeing this, the golden-robed messenger laughed triumphantly. His laughter echoed in the night sky, as if announcing the coming victory.

"Your doom has come!" he shouted wildly, the doubt in his eyes disappeared, replaced by cold and cruel certainty.

At this moment, a kind and solemn voice suddenly sounded in the air.

"No, your doomsday has not yet come!" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Master Lingyin standing in front of them. He clasped his hands together and his eyes were firm, as if at that moment, the whole world had quieted down.

Master Lingyin was surrounded by golden light, like a god descending from heaven.

He stood still facing the arrogant golden-robed messenger.

"Evil creature, stop being so arrogant!" The loud shout was like the sound of a huge bell, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

The golden-robed messenger was frightened by the sudden momentum and couldn't help but take a half step back.

Master Lingyin put his hands together, muttered something, and a golden light shot out from his palms and collided with the energy ball of the golden-robed messenger.

With a loud bang, the sky and the earth changed color.

The wind was howling, sand and rocks were flying, and everyone had to hold on to the things around them tightly to avoid being blown away.

A strong shock wave spread out, trees broke in half, and the ground cracked, as if the end of the world had come.

When the dust settled, everyone could see the scene clearly.

Master Lingyin's face was pale, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had used up the last bit of his magic power in the confrontation just now.

He was shaky and looked like he would fall down at any moment.

"Master!" everyone exclaimed, their hearts filled with worry.

Seeing Master Lingyin's weak appearance, everyone's hearts sank.

The fire of hope that had been burning seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water.

The feeling of despair spread in everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

Xiaohong couldn't hold back any longer and started crying in despair.

"What should we do... Are we all going to die here?" Her crying sounded particularly mournful and heartbreaking in the silent night sky.

"We still have treasures!" someone in the crowd shouted, his voice trembling, "We can use the power of the treasure to fight him!"

"No!" Another person immediately retorted, "The treasure is our last hope. If it is destroyed, we will really have no chance!"

The two sides argued and the tense atmosphere escalated again.

At this moment, the girl in yellow stood up, her eyes firm and her tone calm.

"I know how to stimulate the hidden power of the treasure." Upon hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to her, "Really?" Xiaohong asked with a sob, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.

The girl in yellow nodded, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "But this method..." She paused, her eyes swept across everyone, and finally stopped on the man in white, "It may come at a huge price." The man in white looked at her, without any retreat in his eyes, he just tightly grasped the sword in his hand.

"Go ahead."

The girl in yellow pointed at the treasure and muttered something, and the ancient spell echoed in the night sky.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the treasure nervously.

The treasure emitted a dazzling light which gradually grew stronger and finally turned into a beam of light that shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.

The beam of light contained a powerful force that seemed to devour everything.

This force collided with the Golden Messenger's ultimate move, making a deafening noise.

The golden-robed messenger's special move was instantly shattered, and he himself was blown away by the powerful force, falling heavily to the ground, spitting blood.

"Success!" Everyone cheered upon seeing this. They looked at the girl in yellow with gratitude. "Thank you, girl in yellow!" Xiaohong excitedly held the hand of the girl in yellow, tears in her eyes.

The man in white hugged Xiaohong excitedly and whispered in her ear, "We won!" Xiaohong also hugged the man in white tightly. The people around them blessed them with happy smiles on their faces.

Granny Lin looked at everyone with satisfaction.

Everyone cheered for the victory, they hugged each other tightly, and their friendship deepened.

They encourage and support each other and face future challenges together.

However, just as everyone was celebrating their victory, the golden-robed messenger slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at the treasure as if he wanted to take it for himself.

"This treasure... is mine!" the golden-robed messenger said in a hoarse voice, his tone full of madness.

Upon seeing this, everyone stopped cheering immediately. They stood on high alert, staring nervously at the golden-robed messenger. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

They knew that the real battle had just begun.

"If you want to steal the treasure, you have to get past us first!" The man in white stood in front of everyone with a sword in hand.
"Fight!" Everyone shouted in unison, their voices shaking the earth, showing their firm determination.

They united as one, preparing for the final battle with the Golden Messenger...

The golden-robed messenger laughed grimly, and suddenly a black long sword appeared in his hand, emitting a strange aura.

"Then... come on!"

A murderous atmosphere permeated the air, and everyone held their breath, concentrating as if facing a formidable enemy.

Everyone's muscles were tense, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to respond to the attack of the golden messenger at any time.

Their eyes were fixed on each other, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, like a thin thread that could break at any time.

The greed in the golden-robed messenger's eyes was undisguised, and he stared at the treasure as if it was everything in his life.

The black sword in his hand emitted a heart-pounding cold light, and the strange aura on the sword made people shudder.

"Kill!" The golden-robed messenger roared and took the lead in attacking. The black long sword cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and rushed straight towards the crowd.

The knife flashed as fast as lightning, so fast that it was difficult to catch.

Everyone was caught off guard and almost hit by this sudden attack.

"Be careful!" the man in white shouted, and the long sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, meeting the black long sword of the golden-robed messenger.

"Dang!" There was a sharp metal collision sound and sparks flew.

The man in white was knocked back several steps, and felt a dull pain in his palm.

Seeing this, the green-shirted swordsman also joined the battle.

His figure was graceful and his swordsmanship was agile, like flowing clouds and water, as he fought with the golden-robed messenger.

The flashes of swords and sabers interweave into a deadly light.

The aftermath of the battle destroyed the surrounding environment into a mess.

The trees were cut in half and deep grooves were carved into the ground by the sword energy.

Flying sand and rocks covered the sky and sun.

Xiaohong snuggled up to the man in white, feeling the intense impact of the battle.

"Be careful!" The man in white blocked the attack of the golden messenger again and looked at Xiaohong with concern.

Xiaohong's cheeks flushed, and a warm current surged in her heart...

The white-robed man and the gold-robed messenger clashed their swords, sparking sparks.

In that split second, the man in white took the time to look back and gazed at Xiaohong affectionately.

That look was full of concern and love, as if everything in the world had stopped and only the two of them existed.

Xiaohong's cheeks turned red instantly and her heart beat like a drum.

This loving look, like a ray of warm sunshine, illuminates every corner of her heart.

When the people around saw this scene, they couldn't help but smile knowingly.

In this tense battle, this touch of tenderness seems particularly precious and fills everyone's hearts with hope.

Xiaohong also responded to the man in white with affectionate eyes. This silent communication was better than a thousand words and also gave the man in white greater strength.

Suddenly, Doctor Zhang groaned and his face turned pale in an instant.

He covered his chest with his hands, blood seeped out from between his fingers, staining his clothes red.

The shock of the battle caused his wounds to tear again, and the severe pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

When everyone saw this scene, their hearts were in their throats.

The tense atmosphere intensified again, and everyone's face was filled with worry.

The injured Doctor Zhang was like a time bomb that could explode at any time, making the situation worse.

Xiaohong looked at the injured Doctor Zhang and bit her lips tightly. She wished she could do something, but now, she could only watch helplessly.

At this moment, the gray-haired hunter quietly moved behind the golden-robed messenger, with a sly smile on his face...

The gray-haired hunter was quick-witted and pulled out a special net from his arms. He swung it hard, and the net drew a graceful arc in the air, accurately covering the golden-clad messenger.

The net is made of special material and is extremely tough. Even a sharp knife cannot cut it.

The golden-robed messenger was caught off guard and was entangled in the net, unable to move.

He struggled hard, but found that the more he struggled, the tighter it became, like a prey trapped in a spider web.

"Great!" Seeing this, everyone's morale was immediately boosted, and their excited shouts resounded through the sky.

"Well done!" Luo Xiaoyu waved the weapon in his hand excitedly, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

Granny Lin was so moved that her eyes welled up with tears. She put her hands together and kept chanting, "Buddha bless you, Buddha bless you!"

Although Doctor Zhang was injured, he endured the pain and smiled with relief.

Everyone looked at the gray-haired hunter with eyes full of admiration.

At this critical moment, the wit and courage shown by the gray-haired hunter undoubtedly gave everyone great encouragement.

"What should we do next?" asked Zhao the blacksmith in a muffled voice, the huge hammer in his hand trembling slightly with excitement.

"Let's take him down in one go!" Luo Xiaoyu said impatiently. She couldn't wait to end this battle.

"Wait," Elder Chen stroked his beard and said in a deep voice, "Don't chase after a desperate enemy. Be careful that he may have a trick up his sleeve."

Everyone fell silent immediately. Elder Chen's words reminded them that the Golden-robed Messenger was no ordinary person and might have some hidden cards up his sleeve.

"I suggest that we first deplete his physical strength and then look for an opportunity to take him down in one fell swoop." Doctor Zhang said weakly. His face was still pale, but his tone was unusually firm.

"I agree with Doctor Zhang's opinion," the man in white looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice, "We should use long-range attacks to consume his physical strength first, but we must also be careful of his counterattack."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The proposal of the man in white combined the advantages of strong attack and war of attrition, which could not only effectively weaken the strength of the golden messenger, but also maximize his own safety.

According to the plan, everyone began to besiege the golden messenger.

Bows and arrows, hidden weapons, and darts rained down on the golden-clad messenger.

The golden-robed messenger was trapped in the net. Although he tried his best to dodge, he still couldn't completely avoid all the attacks.

There was a constant "ding-dang-dang" sound coming from his body, which was the sound of weapons hitting his armor.

The golden-robed messenger's expression became increasingly ugly, and his breathing became rapid.

He roared angrily, but was powerless to change the situation.

The balance of victory seems to be tilting towards everyone.

Just when everyone thought they had won, the golden-robed messenger suddenly stopped struggling. He raised his head and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

"It seems that I have to use that trick..."

The strange smile on the golden-robed messenger's lips gave everyone an ominous feeling.

He suddenly stopped struggling, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

A dazzling light burst out from him, illuminating the entire valley like a small sun.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, and a tense atmosphere spread instantly.

The light gradually spread, enveloping everything around it.

The trees and rocks that were originally clearly visible have now become blurred, as if we were surrounded by a fog.

There was a strange energy fluctuation in the air, making it difficult to breathe and feeling heavy in the chest.

Everyone's expressions became solemn, and a feeling of uneasiness spread in their hearts.

This light is not just dazzling, it also contains powerful destructive power.

Wherever the light went, the ground cracked and the trees turned to ashes.

Everyone dodged, some in a panic, and were nearly hit by the light.

The Golden Messenger's new spell was extremely powerful, far beyond their previous expectations.

The man in white and the swordsman in green looked at each other, and a hint of determination flashed in their eyes.

They knew they could no longer sit idly by.

The man in white swung the sword in his hand, and sword energy shot towards the light like a streak, trying to defeat it.

The green-robed swordsman used his lightness skills and moved as fast as lightning, trying to get behind the gold-robed messenger and interrupt his spell.

The efforts of the two won the admiration of everyone and made the atmosphere of the battle more tense.

However, the Golden Messenger's magic is not static.

The attack direction of the light kept changing, sometimes stabbing straight like a sharp sword, sometimes sweeping like a huge wave, making it difficult for everyone to grasp.

Everyone was running around in a hurry and danger was everywhere.

"Be careful!" Blacksmith Zhao shouted...

Blacksmith Zhao’s burly body stood in front of Luo Xiaoyu, and the light hit his back hard.

With a muffled groan, Zhao the blacksmith's huge body flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

The flying dust obscured everyone's vision.

Luo Xiaoyu widened her eyes in horror, and tears instantly blurred her vision.

"Brother Zhao!" She cried out heartbreakingly and stumbled towards Blacksmith Zhao.

Everyone's heart sank, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The fall of Blacksmith Zhao was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making the already tense atmosphere even more depressing.

They looked at Blacksmith Zhao lying in a pool of blood, and a feeling of despair spread in everyone's hearts.

Are they really going to die here?
Luo Xiaoyu rushed to Zhao the blacksmith and hugged him with trembling hands. (End of this chapter)