162: Dangerous situation

Within the vast and boundless Mental Space, surrounded by distorted Void and chaotic, indistinct mist, this Domain seemed to be enveloped by an ancient and mysterious power.

Ten Demon Generals, each with unique abilities, like specters in the night, tightly encircled Jiang Fan, every strike carrying a destructive,violent power.

In this life-or-death escape, with every passing moment, Jiang Fan felt as if the cold scythe of Death lightly grazed his Soul, yet even so, an unyielding flame burned in his eyes—a longing for life and a relentless pursuit of strength.

The magic power within his body was like a dried-up riverbed; with each Spell he unleashed, he could feel that power slipping away like fine sand through his fingers, but this did not cause him to retreat in the slightest.

Jiang Fan knew deeply that finding a glimmer of life in despair was the true Dao of a strong practitioner.

When the Thunder Eagle Demon General once again flapped his wings, summoning thunder from the Nine Heavens, that power, capable of tearing mountains apart, roared down with dazzling light.

Jiang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, his body seemingly merging with the air, as he dodged at an incredible angle; the lightning merely grazed past him, leaving behind a trace of scorching heat and the Aura of death.

He could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest—an exhilaration of surviving after challenging his limits, and a premonition of the counterattack to come.

In the abyss of his consciousness, he rapidly searched through every Spell in his memory that could turn the tide of battle: "Storm Prison"—this ancient forbidden Spell was his last trump card.

As his fingers traced a series of complex and exquisite runes in the Void, each movement was like plucking the strings of fate, and the energy between heaven and earth pulsed in response.

Dark clouds rapidly gathered, the sky turning gloomy, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Beneath the heavy cloud layers, countless bolts of lightning rolled and intertwined, as if the wrath of the gods from ancient myths had coalesced, finally transforming into thick electric whips that struck down from the sky, complementing the Thunder Eagle Demon General's lightning, performing a thrilling energy collision in mid-air.

Amidst the lightning flashes and thunderous roars, dazzling light illuminated the entire Mental Space, and deafening rumbling sounds seemed to tear apart this illusory world.

At this moment, Jiang Fan seized the fleeting opportunity, his figure like a startled rabbit, suddenly accelerating, transforming into a blue lightning bolt, piercing through the interwoven lightning, and rushing towards a barely perceptible dark corner in the distance.

This series of movements flowed smoothly, perfectly demonstrating his instinct and wisdom for survival in desperate situations.

However, the crisis was not over. The Earth Armor Demon General, that massive giant, followed closely, a furious roar accompanying his colossal fist smashing down, causing the earth to tremble and cracks to spread like a spiderweb.

Jiang Fan's body staggered amid the immense tremor, but relying on his tenacious will and excellent movement technique, he forcefully stabilized himself and continued to sprint on the edge of life and death.

The Wind Blade Demon General, like a phantom, silently approached from the flank, manipulating invisible wind blades, each one incredibly sharp, like the gentle kiss of death.

Upon sensing the approaching Killing Intent, Jiang Fan instinctively dodged sideways, and several sharp wind blades grazed past him, leaving deep marks only on the solid rock wall, sending rock chips flying, and simultaneously cutting a few subtle but noticeable bloodstains on his resolute face.

Although these wounds were painful, in the current life-and-death struggle, they were mere insignificant interludes.

Jiang Fan knew very well that the Wind Blade Demon General's speed was unmatched among the demons; once entangled by it, it would be a desperate situation with little chance of survival. Therefore, he forced himself to ignore the pain, immersing himself wholeheartedly in this silent battle, with only one belief in his heart: to survive, and to counterattack!

The Ice Wolf Demon General, like a chilling specter that suddenly emerged from the netherworld, quietly outflanked from the other side of the barren land, its body surrounded by bone-chilling cold Qi, as if capable of extracting every trace of warmth from the air.

Jiang Fan felt an irresistible coldness rising from his feet, rapidly spreading throughout his body, his limbs seemingly bound by invisible ice chains, making every movement exceptionally difficult.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, taking a deep breath of the biting air as his chest rose and fell; the dormant magic power within his body seemed to be awakened by this icy touch, surging rapidly through his meridians in an instant.

Suddenly, Jiang Fan waved his palm, as if tearing through the sky, a searing flame originating from the depths of his Soul erupted from his palm. This flame, like the rising sun, was dazzling and shot directly towards where the Ice Wolf Demon General was located.

The moment the flame met the biting cold Qi, a faint "hissing" sound burst forth in the air, as if it were a confrontation and Fusion of natural forces.

The originally solidified ice and snow instantly melted under this irresistible heatwave, turning into wisps of water vapor, swirling around and weaving a misty curtain.

Using this sudden mist as cover, Jiang Fan's figure became as agile as a cunning rabbit, accelerating again, his footsteps becoming light and swift, attempting to use this brief Chaos to shake off the Ice Wolf Demon General's relentless pursuit.

However, things did not go as planned; the Blazing Lion Demon General's flames followed closely, the tongues of fire like an untamed fire Dragon, piercing through clouds and mist, arriving directly at Jiang Fan with an invincible arrogance and scorching heat.

He sharply twisted his body, and although he narrowly avoided a fatal blow, he still could not completely escape the invasion of the heatwave; a burning pain came from his skin, making his will struggle in agony.

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Fan's eyes flashed with an unyielding light, forcefully suppressing the physical pain, and quickly calculating his next strategy in his mind.

Just at this moment, the Thunder Eagle Demon General's thunder power roared across the sky again, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, as if divine punishment had descended.

Jiang Fan almost leaped into the air in a flash, instinctively avoiding the direct strike of the lightning, but the residual power of the lightning did not diminish, making his chest feel suffocated, as if ten thousand tons of force were pressing on his heart and lungs.

In this moment of life and death, Jiang Fan clearly realized that if he continued to passively react, he would eventually be cornered, trapped in a desperate situation.

Thus, he resolutely stopped his staggering steps, his hands intertwining into complex seals before his chest, his eyes shining brightly, Mental Energy gathering like a mountain torrent, preparing to unleash astunt capable of turning the tide of battle—"Starfall."

This Spell consumed an enormous amount of power, requiring not only the mobilization of all his magic power but also the ultimate concentration of Mental will, but in such a desperate situation, there was no other choice.

Accompanied by a low and ancient incantation, faint specks of starlight gradually appeared around Jiang Fan, those faint lights particularly dazzling in the night, as if summoned by some force, rapidly converging, forming a light orb shimmering with mysterious radiance in the Void, foreshadowing an earth-shshattering change about to descend.

The Dragon Soul Demon General's eyes, burning with a dim fire, seemed to penetrate hearts; he suddenly raised his head and let out a heaven-shaking roar, the sound containing an inviolable majesty, echoing within the illusory and vast Mental Space.

At his command, the four Demon Generals, as if receiving a divine decree, immediately became formidable, each displaying his unique abilities.

The Thunder Eagle Demon General soared high, his wings spread like dark clouds obscuring the sun, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling around him, every feather sparkling with silver-blue electric light, converging into torrents of raging thunder, roaring down like divine punishment.

The Ice Wolf Demon General let out a low growl, his eyes as cold as ten thousand years of ice, the breath exhaled from his mouth condensing into bone-chilling cold Qi, transforming into sharp ice blades that cut through the air, vowing to annihilate all warmth.

The Blazing Lion Demon General roared, his entire body engulfed in raging flames, like a fallen sun, the heatwave contained within the flames seemingly capable of incinerating everything.

The Earth Armor Demon General, on the other hand, was as stable as a rock, his massive body covered in heavy earthy-yellow armor, his iron fists clenched, slamming down with the force of a mountain, even the space seemed to tremble.

Facing this deadly assault from all directions, Jiang Fan's eyes showed no trace of fear; he took a deep breath, and the spiritual power within his body surged like a river pouring backward, all flowing into the starlight light orb suspended in his palm.

The light orb absorbed this immense energy, beginning to shine brilliantly, emitting a gentle yet firm light, as if encompassing the stars and the sea.

Jiang Fan waved his arm, and the starlight light orb, like the brightest meteor in the night sky, streaked a long trajectory, its speed so fast that it seemed to tear through time and space, pointing directly at the Dragon Soul Demon General's chest.

At that moment, heaven and earth changed color, and the meteor and the attacks of the four Demon Generals converged in mid-air, creating a magnificent collision.

Light and dark, ice and fire, thunder and stone, intertwined at this moment into a dazzling yet cruel picture.

A violent explosion, like a supernova, released a strong light capable of illuminating the entire Mental World, followed by a Soul-shaking roar, its echoes lingering for a long time. The powerful shockwave caused spatial fluctuations, and the four Demon Generals' attacks were obstructed, temporarily repelled by this irresistible force.

Jiang Fan utilized this rare opportunity to catch his breath, his figure flickering, employing the art of instant movement, like a phantom, suddenly disappearing from his original spot, reappearing atop a distant, solitary peak.

However, continuous high-intensity spellcasting had overwhelmed his body; his legs trembled slightly, and sweat dripped down his temples, revealing his current weakness.

Despite this, the will to survive made him understand that this was no time to rest, because on such a battlefield, even a moment of slackness meant death.

The Demon Generals clearly would not easily let go of this tiny yet tenacious human.

The Thunder Eagle Demon General once again displayed his dominance in the air, stirring up strong winds with his flapping wings; he was like a silver-blue lightning bolt, diving down from high altitude, his thunderous momentum once again blocking Jiang Fan's retreat.

The latter had no choice but to sharply change direction and flee towards the other side.

However, a dark shadow, like a ghost, darted out from the darkness; the Poison Snake Demon General, covered in eerie emerald scales, its fangs gleaming coldly, was mere millimeters from Jiang Fan's throat, the threat of death almost palpable.

Jiang Fan knew very well that any hesitation at this moment could become a fatal trap.

He suddenly composed himself, magic power surging within him, and with a flick of his fingertip, the ancient and mysterious Spell "Void Rift" was uttered from his lips.

In an instant, the air seemed to be cut open by an invisible blade, forming a pitch-black rift. The Poison Snake Demon General's fangs, brimming with terrifying venom, were forcibly pulled by the twisting power of space and vanished into the abyss of the Void Realm.

However, fate did not seem to be entirely on his side. The lingering power of the Poison Snake Demon General's attack still grazed him, leaving a deep mark on Jiang Fan's sturdy shoulder guard, and green venom, like a thin stream, silently seeped into his flesh and blood.

Excruciating pain and numbness coursed through his body like an electric current. Jiang Fan's face turned pale, and cold sweat poured down him. He knew the venom had already spread within his body.

In this critical moment of life and death, Jiang Fan had no choice but to endure the discomfort in his body, grit his teeth, and look with determined eyes towards the faint glimmer of hope ahead.

His steps never faltered, each one seeming to tread on a razor's edge, heavy and difficult. The Shadow Demon General, a follower like the grim reaper of the dark night, moved silently, leaving only shadows of death. Each of its attacks was precise and fatal, and Jiang Fan narrowly escaped danger multiple times, as if dancing on a tightrope, each dodge almost a brush with the edge of death.

Time, at this moment, became the most cruel judge, every minute and second mercilessly consuming Jiang Fan's stamina and magic. His eyes gradually became unfocused, and his will wavered in exhaustion. However, the instinct for survival drove him; even if reason told him that ahead might be an abyss of despair, he would never stop, because once he stopped, it would be eternal oblivion.

Just in this perilous predicament, an unprecedented chill, like an ice pick, pierced Jiang Fan's spine. It was the Ice Wolf Demon General's accumulating cold Qi, signaling the approach of death.

Jiang Fan's figure spun, like a leopard pausing before a hunt. His hands clasped together like lightning, and the remaining magic in his chest converged into an invisible torrent. He let out a low roar, unleashing his secret technique, "Time Cage."

At that moment, the entire world seemed to be paused, even the dust motes in the air stopped floating. The Ice Wolf Demon General's figure became slow and clumsy, as if it had fallen into thick syrup.

Jiang Fan seized this opportunity to quickly escape from the Ice Wolf Demon General's attack range, but no sooner had he gotten away than the Blazing Lion Demon General's flames followed him like a shadow. Jiang Fan could no longer dodge and was engulfed by the scorching flames. His clothes instantly ignited, and intense pain swept through his entire body.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the surging pain like a tide, and painfully rolled, using his last bit of strength to extinguish the raging flames around him.

Every nerve ending beneath his skin seemed to scream in protest, and the intense protest from his muscle fibers and deep within his bones, like thousands of fine needles slowly piercing his bone marrow, made him wish he were dead.

His vision was blurred by sweat and smoke, and the world in his eyes gradually turned into Chaos. The edge of his consciousness began to blur, as if it could be swallowed by boundless darkness at any moment, but his unyielding will, like starlight in the dark night, stubbornly flickered, supporting him so he wouldn't fall.

At this moment of life and death, the Dragon Soul Demon General led his demon army to press forward again, his Aura like dark clouds obscuring the sun, suffocating.

Jiang Fan knew that at this point, there was no retreat. His body had been pushed to the brink of collapse; merely standing had become an impossible task.

However, deep within those bloodshot, exhausted eyes, an unquenchable fire of defiance burned—a contempt for tyranny, a challenge to fate.

He chose not to give up, even in this seemingly desperate final moment, he would pour all his remaining strength, without reservation, into this last struggle.

He saw his trembling fingers slowly but firmly outline a brilliant rune in the air. Mental Energy seemed to be pulled by invisible chains, and under the command of his firm will, it gradually converged into a light sword shining with the light of hope.

Jiang Fan used all his strength to raise this light sword high. It was not just a weapon, but also his adherence to belief and his yearning for freedom.

With a low, resolute roar, he forcefully slashed this light sword down towards the advancing Demon Generals!

The light sword cut through the sky, its trajectory like the brightest meteor in the night sky, imbued with the unyielding power of struggle from the abyss of despair and a faint hope for a bright future, shooting straight towards the Dragon Soul Demon General.

But the Dragon Soul Demon General merely scoffed, lightly waving his massive and majestic Dragon wings, easily blocking the light sword, which had condensed all of Jiang Fan's will, outside his body.

The failure of this fatal blow caused Jiang Fan's already precarious body to lose even more control. He barely maintained a standing posture, but he was already swaying, as if he would completely collapse in the next second.

At this moment, his vision was almost completely lost, and the surrounding sounds faded away, leaving only the triumphant roars of the Demon Generals and the heavy footsteps treading on the scorched earth, echoing in his ears like the death knell.

Jiang Fan knew in his heart that his body had reached its limit and he was powerless to resist this surging tide of dark forces.

But in this despair, an intensely strong thought suddenly bloomed in his heart—an endless yearning for life, a fearless pursuit of freedom.

Although his body was extremely weak, in the deepest part of his Soul, a power was quietly Awakening—a blazing flame ignited by the desire for survival from deep within his heart, making his spirit radiate an unprecedented dazzling light at this moment.

Yes, this was his only chance, and his last glimmer of hope.

Jiang Fan's figure was like a streak of light in the night, weaving through the death trap woven by the many Demon Generals. His steps were agile yet carried an undeniable resolve, each footfall accompanied by the tension of a life-or-death situation, as if he were dancing a silent but fierce dance with the invisible grim reaper.

Although his stamina had reached its limit, his legs felt like lead, each step accompanied by the wailing of bones and muscles, as if they could collapse at any moment. However, that tenacious will, like a flame burning deep in his Soul, supported him to keep moving forward, never bowing to this desperate situation.

The Thunder Eagle Demon General's massive body streaked across the sky like lightning, accompanied by an angry roar. The sound waves boomed, as if a divine punishment had descended, and the entire space seemed to tremble.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the air seemed to be torn by an invisible force, emitting tiny crackling sounds, heralding destruction.

In this flash of lightning, Jiang Fan dodged sideways at an almost impossible angle. His movements were incredibly fast, just a hair's breadth from being torn to shreds by those sharp, knife-like claws. Even so, the residual strong wind stirred up by the Thunder Eagle Demon General's missed attack caused the Qi and blood in his body to churn, and he swallowed a mouthful of suppressed fresh blood, a sweet taste in his throat.

Just then, the Ice Wolf Demon General smiled coldly, surrounded by bone-chilling cold Qi, as if even time was frozen in this icy grip.

The icy Aura surged forth, instantly freezing the surrounding air into an invisible layer of frost, making every one of Jiang Fan's movements feel like struggling in thick mud, each step accompanied by the crunching sound of ice cracking.

His body seemed to be bound by invisible ice chains, making every step difficult.

Jiang Fan understood in his heart that only with the warmth of fire could he dispel this frozen cage. He gritted his teeth, trying to mobilize the last trace of magic in his body.

However, continuous combat had already left his source of magic almost dry. When a faint flame barely flickered in his palm, like a candle in the wind, it dimmed and vanished before it could show any warmth, leaving only his increasingly pale face and his swaying figure.

Even so, the yearning for survival still drove him, urging him to flee towards that faint glimmer of hope ahead.

Just as all his strength was about to be squeezed dry, a dark and deadly figure—the Shadow Demon General—silently appeared behind him, its sharp claws like the shadow of death, pointing directly at Jiang Fan's unguarded back.

In this critical moment, as if driven by some survival instinct, Jiang Fan suddenly turned, his muscles tensed to the extreme, and swung his light sword at an extreme speed, barely blocking the fatal blow.

But even with such a desperate resistance, the sharp claw tip still pierced through the light of the light sword, deeply stabbing into his left shoulder. Blood gushed out, instantly staining his clothes a shocking red, yet it also ignited an even stronger will to survive deep within him.

Jiang Fan's body suddenly shook, and an agonizing pain that seemed to tear his Soul apart suddenly struck, making him almost unable to stand. The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble with the pain.

But he gritted his teeth, relying on his tenacious will, maintaining his precarious balance, his feet like driven machinery, flying forward recklessly.

In his heart, he clearly knew that if he slowed down even a little, endless darkness and despair would greet him.

Just then, the sky was overcast, and a Poison Snake Demon General silently emerged, its massive body coiling and winding, like a ghost in the night.

It suddenly opened its gigantic mouth, capable of swallowing the sky and devouring the sun, and a dense, colorful yet deadly poisonous mist spewed forth like a living creature, rapidly spreading, intending to weave an airtight Time Cage to firmly trap Jiang Fan within it.

Facing this sudden crisis, a look of determination flashed in Jiang Fan's eyes. He took a deep breath, forcibly mobilized the nearly depleted magic within him, and with a flash of light between his fingers, condensed an incredibly sharp Wind Blade.

Although this Wind Blade was not as irresistible as it used to be, it carried his last hope.