"Do you think this will stop me?" Flower Language Ghost chuckled, her body suddenly blurring like scattered flower petals.

"Oh no, she's about to unleash some powerful move!" Qin Miyue warned anxiously. Chen Ze's heart tightened, and a faint purple aura condensed on his purple-gold scythe, making it appear as if it were a blade capable of cutting through anything.

He was ready; no matter what kind of powerful move the Flower Language Ghost was about to unleash, he had to stop her…
Just then, the Flower Language Ghost's body reformed, but this time she held a blooming blood-red flower in her hand, its petals emitting a faint glow.

“This flower…” Tian Siyao’s expression instantly turned serious.

"There's no time to explain, get ready!" Chen Ze said urgently, then saw the crimson flower suddenly explode, turning into countless crimson petals that flew towards them.

The three launched their counterattacks almost simultaneously. Qin Miyue's silver chain sliced ​​through the air like a silver lightning bolt, while Tian Siyao brandished her jade sword, its light as fluid as water, forming a waterfall that blocked her path.

Surprisingly, the blood-red petals seemed to possess a strange attraction, bypassing all obstacles and approaching the three of them.

"How is this possible!" Just as the petals were about to touch him, the purple aura on the purple-gold scythe suddenly erupted, forming a protective shield.

But at that moment, the blood-red petals seemed to be attracted by some force, suddenly changing direction and flying towards the depths of the corridor.

In that instant, a ghostly figure with five sharp fingers pounced on Chen Ze with incredible speed, like a hidden arrow driven by a whirlwind.

Qin Miyue's eyes were fixed, but her hands moved without hesitation.

With a flick of her arm, like a swallow skimming across the water, she instantly grabbed Chen Ze and pulled him into her arms.

The surrounding scenery seemed to slow down.

A towering ancient stone wall served as a barrier behind them. The wall was covered with moss and had weathered the vicissitudes of time, yet it seemed like an ancient guardian, casting their dappled shadows onto the ground in the dim moonlight.

This flower-language ghost is indeed difficult to deal with.

"Are you alright?" Qin Miyue asked in a low voice, a smile on her lips revealing an indescribable confidence.

Chen Ze took a breath, feeling his heart pounding like a war drum. His face flushed slightly, and he said with shame, "Luckily you were here, otherwise I would have..." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be a dependent at this moment, which made him feel ashamed.

Qin Miyue gently patted Chen Ze's shoulder, her eyes full of encouragement.

"It's okay, we're a team, we're one."

As they were talking, a chilling aura surged from the corner of the wall, and another ghostly figure gradually solidified into form.

This time, it was shrouded in an icy aura, as if it were an evil spirit formed from an iceberg.

"Watch out!" Chen Ze warned nervously, and then saw Qin Miyue react quickly.

She waved her hand, as if sweeping away colors from a canvas, and the surrounding air instantly became heavy, as if a force was gathering.

The icy phantom was struck as if by a heavy blow, instantly frozen in place by the force, unable to move forward even half a step.

Qin Miyue glanced at the stunned Ice Ghost Shadow, then turned to look at Chen Ze. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, as if to tell him that this was not over yet, but at least they were safe now.

Chen Ze, standing beside her, looked at this woman who had never disappointed him, and his heart was filled with warmth and gratitude.

He knew that as long as Qin Miyue was there, they would always find hope of survival.

At this moment, with their backs against the ancient stone wall, it was as if they were backing the entire world, and each of them had become an indispensable part of the other's life.

Despite the numerous crises, warmth has been felt in their hearts because they know that no matter when or where, there is someone willing to face everything for the other.

Tian Siyao had been nervously observing the surrounding situation, especially the every move of the Flower Language Ghost. It was an extremely threatening enemy, capable not only of unleashing deadly ice but also possessing a variety of other attack methods.

She knew that to achieve victory, she first had to ensure that she was in a favorable position.

She decided to use an ancient technique called the "Mind-Enlightenment Mantra," a spell that could suppress the enemy's aura.

Tian Siyao clasped her hands together, muttered some incantations, and then slowly opened her hands, as if drawing a mysterious symbol.

As her incantation grew louder and louder, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

At that moment, a gentle breeze blew from afar, passing through the forest and dispersing the ice around the Flower Language Ghost.

"It seems you have some tricks up your sleeve." Hua Yu Gui frowned. Although he felt a sense of pressure, he did not back down.

"I just don't want to give up my fate so easily." Tian Siyao's lips curled up slightly, her expression revealing a hint of determination.

Just as the two were preparing to launch another attack, Qin Miyue shouted anxiously to Tian Siyao, "Siyao, hurry! More ghosts and monsters have appeared here!"

Tian Siyao turned her head and saw that there were indeed several ghosts of different shapes gathering not far away. Some of them were releasing flames, while others were twisted and coiled to the side.

"How are we going to deal with so many enemies?" Tian Siyao's voice was full of worry.

"Don't worry, I have a way to handle this," Chen Ze replied, his eyes shining like bright stars, full of confidence.

Tian Siyao brandished her jade sword, infusing the spell that had previously suppressed the Flower Language Ghost into her sword energy.

"Then let's wait and see." Flower Language Ghost grinned, hinting that the upcoming battle would be even more thrilling.

Just then, the jade sword in Tian Siyao's hand emitted a dazzling light. The beam of sword light streaked across the night sky like a shooting star, directly piercing towards the newly appeared ghosts.

As the light faded, a smile bloomed on Tian Siyao's face, as if everything that had just happened was merely part of her plan.

She turned to look at Chen Ze and nodded slightly, as if to say, "Don't worry, everything is under control."

However, Hua Yu Gui's expression grew increasingly gloomy, and Chen Ze seemed to realize that the battle was far from over, and that there were still many unknown variables waiting for them.

The Flower Language Ghost was clearly different from the other ghosts that had just been defeated. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had unexpected attack methods.

"Watch out!" Chen Ze shouted suddenly, sensing a strong sense of danger.

Just then, the Flower Language Ghost's body suddenly became blurry, transforming into a blooming flower.

Her body seemed to be made up of countless interwoven petals, each petal brimming with vitality and power.

"Beautiful yet deadly." Tian Siyao gripped the jade sword tightly, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes.

Suddenly, the petals shot towards Chen Ze and Tian Siyao like darts.

These petals are not only extremely fast, but each one also carries the power of a different element.

Some were burning with flames, some were as cold as frost, and some were accompanied by lightning.

Chen Ze dodged several petals imbued with flames, but was struck by one with electrical properties. A surge of electricity coursed through his body, causing him to shudder involuntarily. (End of Chapter)

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