Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lin Chen could feel an extremely strong suction force attached to his body, and no matter how much he struggled or how much he unleashed his fighting spirit, he could not break free.

That feeling of powerlessness deeply affected him.

My own strength is truly insignificant before such unshakeable divine might...

Then the vortex suddenly jolted, its force increasing dramatically, threatening to pull Lin Chen entirely into it.

Lin Chen gave up his futile struggle and turned his gaze to his parents, wanting to take one more look at them.

He didn't know what the consequences would be of being pulled into the vortex; perhaps this was the last time he would see it.

"Chen'er!" Ailiya cried out in anguish from behind, staggering as she rushed over, trying to stop Lin Chen.

But half of Lin Chen's body had already sunk into the vortex.

He looked at Lynn, then at Aria, his star-like eyes filled with unspoken emotions and reluctance.

"Father...Mother...Take care!" he cried out for the last time.

The sound was swallowed up by the vortex.

The spatial rift suddenly contracted, the Styx vortex disappeared, and Lin Chen also vanished.

Only a large sword remained stuck in the ground, with a few golden embers still clinging to its blade.

The Styx aura pressing down on Lynn completely disappeared. He knelt on the ground with a "thud," reaching out his hand as if to grab something, but he couldn't grasp anything.

Lynn stared intently at the spot where Lin Chen had disappeared, her eyes unblinking.

Aria's legs buckled and she knelt beside him. Her face was contorted with pain as she opened her mouth, but she couldn't utter a single word; only tears streamed down her face.

Black Mountain stood not far away, panting heavily, and couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of the two people separated by death.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Lynn, I originally wanted to send you to the River Styx, but I didn't expect that kid to be so foolish as to be willing to exchange his own life for yours."

He took two steps forward and looked down at Lynn, who was kneeling on the ground.

"You really didn't raise this son for nothing. Did you foresee this day coming, which is why you adopted him? Raising a son to shield you from disaster, it's a worthwhile deal."

He was still laughing, his laughter echoing across the wilderness.

"Although there was a slight mishap, the result was not bad. One person died, and you are the only one left."

Black Mountain raised his hand, and black mist gathered at his fingertips.

"Lynn, what makes you think you can fight me?"

Lynn did not move.

He looked down at his hands.

As a father, he watched helplessly as his son took a bullet for him and lost his life, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

This is tantamount to rubbing his face hard against the ground.

Now, this humiliation can only be repaid with the blood of Montenegro!

Black Mountain sensed the intense killing intent emanating from Lynn, but he didn't care. Now that he had eliminated Lin Chen, Lynn would be easy to deal with.

"Where did you put my son?"

A cold voice came from Lynn's mouth.

Lynn slowly stood up.

"Where did you take my son?" he said again, his tone exactly the same as before, cold and indifferent.

Heishan raised an eyebrow: "What? You can't bear to part with your son? Don't worry, I'll send you and your wife down to keep him company in a bit."

With a wave of his right hand, all the black mist around him suddenly contracted and merged into his body.

His muscles began to bulge rapidly, turning black and hard, and several bulges appeared on his back.

The bulge burst open, and more than a dozen thick, black tentacles grew out of the spine, each as thick as an arm and with barbs at the end.

Black Mountain's face was mostly covered by black armor, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes.

His voice became rough and muffled, as if it were coming from a metal can.

"Come on, Lynn, let me see what else you've got up your sleeve!" Black Mountain said.

The projection of a soul stood in front of Lynn, its expression mirroring Lynn's.

Black Mountain moved first, unleashing more than a dozen tentacles simultaneously, striking the soul projection from different angles.

The projection raised its hand and conjured a light shield, blocking four or five beams, but seven or eight more lashed out from the side and back, striking the projection's back hard.

Grayish-white light fragments flew up, and the projection was pulled forward.

"That's it?" Black Mountain chuckled softly. "You think you can block the Shadow Avatar of the Second Ring Road with a crappy projection?"

The tentacles lashed out again, this time even more rapidly. The soul projection dodged continuously, but there were too many tentacles, blocking all angles.

A tentacle wrapped around the projection's left arm, and with a sudden tug, the left arm was torn off and turned into grayish-white powder.

Lynn groaned, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The projection is connected to his soul; when the projection is injured, he also suffers the pain of his soul being torn apart.

"How is it?" Black Mountain said, "Isn't it painful to watch your son die and be powerless to avenge him?"

As he spoke, he intensified his offensive, preparing to completely defeat Lynn both mentally and physically.

The tentacles lashed out like countless whips, giving the projection no chance to breathe.

The projection had many wounds, from which wisps of world power seeped out.

The projection process is painless and does not cause fear or hesitation.

It raised its only remaining right hand, and a beam of gray-white light shot out, severing three of its tentacles.

Black smoke billowed from the broken surface, and Black Mountain, in pain, took a step back.

"It's no use," Montenegro said.

The three severed tentacles grew back within a few breaths, even thicker than before.

His shadow avatar uses shadow as fuel; as long as the shadow core remains intact, the tentacles can absorb the surrounding shadow and regenerate continuously.

The soul projection shot out another beam of light, severing two more tentacles.

Black Mountain is long.

Sweep again, and it will grow back.

"Playing a war of attrition?" Black Mountain grinned maliciously. "How long can your projection last? My shadow avatar can exist for a very long time."

He commanded his tentacles to surround the projection, striking it simultaneously from all directions.

The projection struggled to stay afloat, the cracks on its body multiplied, and a grayish-white aura continued to emanate from it.

The body projected by the soul is becoming increasingly illusory, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

In a daze, Lynn seemed to hear Lin Chen's voice.

"Father!"

Lin Chen's voice suddenly came from afar, both far and near.

Lynn suddenly looked up.

Heishan was also stunned for a moment, then turned around to look.

But there was nothing behind him, only an empty wilderness.

Lynn lowered his head, his eyes began to burn, and something exploded in his chest.

That power surged from the cracks in his bones, from his blood, and from the depths of his soul that he had sealed away for so long.

The soul projection has changed.

The cracks on its body stopped widening and were instead filled with a thin layer of grayish-white light.

The severed left arm grew back, and the illusory body became more solid, as if it had turned from mist into a solid.

The projector regained its footing, and the light from the camera was blindingly bright.

A tentacle lashed out at it, but it bounced off.

Black Mountain paused for a moment, then drew two more, but they were still bounced away.

"What's going on?" Black Mountain frowned.

He carefully sensed the state of the projection and discovered that the projection's recovery speed had increased.

The tentacles that were just severed haven't fully healed yet, but the cracks on the projection's body have begun to heal.

No! That's impossible!