The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 374 Dawn of Victory

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the shouts of killing were so deafening that it hurt people's eardrums. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stood back to back, their clothes soaked with sweat and blood. Their spiritual power was rapidly consumed in the high-intensity battle. Their faces were as pale as paper, but they still held the magic weapon tightly in their hands and stared firmly at the powerful leader of the dark forces in front of them.

The leader of the dark forces was dressed in a black robe, with a thick black mist emanating from his body. The mist twisted and entangled as if it had life, making it impossible to see his face. One could only see a pair of blood-red eyes, revealing endless cruelty and greed. He held a giant sickle in his hand, and every time he swung it, it brought up a black storm. Wherever the storm passed, the ground was torn into deep gullies, and sand and stones flew everywhere, with amazing power.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen had been fighting him for a long time, with wounds all over their bodies, new wounds overlapping old wounds, blood constantly seeping out, dyeing the ground under their feet red. The excessive use of spiritual power made their movements gradually slow, and their attacks became increasingly powerless. However, just when the enemy raised his sickle high, ready to give them a fatal blow, Yun Yao suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

It was during a study of the sect's ancient books that she accidentally glimpsed a paragraph of obscure text. She didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now it was as if lit up by an invisible hand, shining brightly in the depths of her consciousness. The text seemed to hide an extremely profound and little-known realm of martial arts. Although it was extremely dangerous, it was possible to burst out super strong power in desperate situations.

Yun Yao didn't have time to think about it. Relying on instinct, she quickly put aside all distracting thoughts and followed the vague instructions in the ancient book to guide the little spiritual power left in her body to gather towards a meridian node that she had never tried before. In an instant, her body trembled violently, and a majestic and unfamiliar power surged out from deep inside her body. A layer of light golden light appeared around her, and as the light flowed, it actually dispelled some of the surrounding black mist.

Chu Mochen noticed Yun Yao's abnormality and was startled, thinking that she had an accident. But when he looked sideways and saw the determined light shining in Yun Yao's eyes and the rising momentum, he instantly understood that Yun Yao had found an opportunity for a breakthrough. A strong sense of joy surged in his heart, and he knew that they might still have a chance to turn things around.

Yun Yao was immersed in this new realm of martial arts. She felt the power in her body was endless. Every inch of her skin seemed to be burning hot, yet full of power. She took a deep breath and shouted. The long sword in her hand shone brightly. The originally dim sword body was now as dazzling as the sun, and the sound of the sword resounded through the sky.

"Chu Mochen, let's go together!" Yun Yao shouted loudly, her voice revealing a determination and confidence she had never had before.

Upon hearing this, Chu Mochen stood side by side with Yun Yao without hesitation. He mobilized all of his remaining spiritual power and injected it into the spear in his hand. The spear hummed and the tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, which reflected the light of the sword in Yun Yao's hand.

The leader of the dark forces noticed Yun Yao's change and felt a little uneasy, but he was confident of his strength and did not take this sudden change seriously. He snorted coldly and swung his sickle again. The black storm, wrapped in the breath of death, swept towards Yun Yao and Chu Mochen.

Yun Yao did not retreat but advanced. Her figure was as fast as lightning, and she displayed a set of exquisite sword techniques. Every time she swung her sword, it seemed to cut through the void. The golden sword energy crisscrossed and collided violently with the black storm. Wherever the sword energy went, the black mist dissipated, making a "sizzling" sound, as if it was purified.

Chu Mochen took advantage of Yun Yao's containment of the enemy's offensive and went around to the flank of the dark leader, thrusting his spear like a dragon straight into the opponent's vital points. His spear skills were sharp and precise, and every thrust was powerful, with the tip of the spear cutting through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The leader of the dark forces was forced to deal with the attack from the two men, and was in a state of panic for a moment. He roared angrily, trying to suppress Yun Yao and Chu Mochen again with his powerful spiritual power. However, Yun Yao was in a new realm of martial arts at this moment, with powerful and endless spiritual power. Her swordsmanship became more and more fierce, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe.

With the close cooperation between Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, the leader of the dark forces gradually revealed his flaws. His black robe was torn in many places by the sword energy, and the black mist became thinner and thinner. For the first time, a trace of panic flashed in his blood-red eyes.

"Humph, today is the day you die!" The leader of the dark forces roared, trying to make a final struggle. He forcibly gathered the remaining spiritual power in his body and prepared to launch an attack that would kill both of them.

Yun Yao keenly sensed the enemy's intentions. She and Chu Mochen exchanged glances, and the two of them understood each other. In this life-or-death moment, they did not hesitate at all, gathered all their strength to one point, and attacked the dark leader's chest with all their strength.

Yun Yao's sword, with a golden glow, streaked across the sky like a meteor, and the power contained in the sword seemed to be able to tear the sky apart. Chu Mochen's spear followed closely behind, with the tip of the spear flashing a deadly cold light, like a dragon out of the sea, unstoppable.

Two loud noises sounded almost at the same time, and Yun Yao and Chu Mochen's attacks landed heavily on the leader of the dark forces. The leader of the dark forces widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that he would be defeated by these two people. His body trembled violently, and large mouthfuls of black blood spurted out of his mouth. Then, like a kite with a broken string, he flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

With the fall of the leader of the dark forces, the morale of the dark forces was instantly in chaos. The minions who were still fighting desperately saw their leader's defeat and suddenly lost their backbone and fled in all directions.

"Chase! Don't let them go!" An elder of the sect shouted loudly when he saw this.

The disciples of the sect were greatly encouraged, and they pursued the enemy with shouts of killing. They brandished their weapons and rushed towards the fleeing members of the dark forces, venting all their anger and frustration on these enemies.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen watched the dark forces scatter like birds and beasts, and their tense nerves finally relaxed. They smiled at each other, their smiles full of relief for surviving the disaster and joy after going through hardships. However, before they could recover, a strong feeling of dizziness came over them.

Yun Yao felt her legs go weak and she almost fell to the ground. Chu Mochen was quick to catch her. The two of them realized that the fierce battle just now had exhausted almost all of their physical and spiritual strength. At this moment, they were at the end of their strength.

"Yun Yao, how are you?" Chu Mochen asked anxiously, his voice full of concern.

Yun Yao shook her head and forced a smile on her pale face: "I'm fine, just a little tired."

Chu Mochen looked at her distressedly, and helped her to slowly sit on a stone beside him: "Take a break first, we won this battle."

Yun Yao leaned on Chu Mochen's shoulder, looking at the smoke gradually subsiding from the battlefield, feeling a lot of emotion in her heart. They paid too much in this battle, and almost walked through the gates of hell. But fortunately, they survived, and the sect was also preserved.

"Chu Mochen, if you hadn't been with me all the time, I really don't know what to do." Yun Yao said softly, tears glistening in her eyes.

Chu Mochen gently held her hand: "Silly girl, we are together, sharing life and death. From now on, no matter what happens, I will never let you face it alone again."

Yun Yao's heart warmed and she nodded. The two of them just snuggled together quietly, enjoying this moment of tranquility. They knew that this victory was only temporary, and there was still a long way to go in the world of cultivation, and there would be more challenges waiting for them in the future. But at this moment, they just wanted to have a good rest, accumulate strength, and welcome the next journey.

On the battlefield, the disciples of the sects cleaned up the battlefield, cleared the corpses of the enemies, and collected the fallen magic weapons and resources. The elders checked the casualties of the disciples, with both the joy of victory and the grief for the casualties on their faces.

After a long time, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen felt that their strength had recovered a little, so they stood up and prepared to help. They dragged their tired bodies and walked towards the battlefield step by step. Every step they took seemed to use up all their strength, but their eyes were still firm, revealing an unyielding light.

While helping to treat the wounded, Yun Yao saw the pain and desire for survival on the faces of those young disciples, and her determination to become stronger became stronger. She secretly vowed to practice hard, improve her strength, protect the sect, and protect those who trusted and relied on her.

Chu Mochen was the same. He knew that he had a great responsibility. This battle made him see his own shortcomings and also made him understand the power of the team. He decided that after returning, he and Yun Yao would share their experience in the battle with the disciples of the sect so that everyone could become stronger.

As night fell, the bloodstains on the battlefield looked particularly eerie under the moonlight. The sect lit a bonfire, and the disciples sat around it, bandaging their wounds or talking in low voices. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen also joined in, and their appearance attracted respectful glances from the disciples.

“Senior Sister Yun, Senior Brother Chu, we are all grateful to you today. Without you, our sect would be in danger.” A young disciple said gratefully.

Everyone nodded and echoed to express their gratitude to them.

Yun Yao smiled and shook her head: "This is our joint credit. Everyone is very brave. If we hadn't worked together, we wouldn't have won this battle."

Chu Mochen also said: "That's right, we will face more challenges in the future, we must work together to protect our sect."

After hearing this, the disciples' morale was boosted and they all expressed that they would practice diligently.

As the night deepened, the bonfire gradually died down, and the disciples returned to their rooms to rest. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen did not return to their rooms immediately. They sat by the already cooled bonfire, looking at the night sky, with a lot of thoughts in their mind.

"Chu Mochen, tell me, how many dangers are there in this world of cultivation that we don't know about?" Yun Yao asked softly.

Chu Mochen frowned slightly and pondered for a moment: "I don't know, but I know that as long as we are together, there will be no obstacles that we can't overcome."

Yun Yao nodded and leaned into Chu Mochen's arms: "Well, no matter what happens, we will face it together."

In this quiet night, the two of them snuggled up to each other, their hearts filled with expectations and worries about the future. They knew that tomorrow was another new day, and they would continue to move forward on this thorny road of cultivation, for the sect, for each other, and for the faith in their hearts.