The battle in the desert raged with intensity, each side fighting with everything they had. Fang Han was caught in the eye of the storm, a scene of death and destruction unfolding before his eyes. The disciples of both the Red Dust Demon Sect and the Feathered Gate were locked in a battle of survival, wielding magic and spirit weapons, where victory could only be claimed by the swift and the ruthless. One mistake, one misstep, and death would follow in an instant.
As the battle escalated, Mo Shijie had summoned her trump card: the Heavenly Rooster's Sun Binding Rope. This artifact, a symbol of her strength, was designed to bind and destroy the most powerful of enemies. It had already proven its worth by restraining the Flying Yasha, but just as she was about to land the finishing blow to the Red Dust Prince, an unexpected force turned the tide.
The Red Dust Prince revealed his own devastating trump card: the Six Desires Yin Thunder.
This was no ordinary artifact—it was a one-time, poisonous weapon forged through dark sorcery, made by the most powerful elders of the Red Dust Demon Sect. The Six Desires Yin Thunder was a creation of torment, birthed from the souls of countless tortured beings, their agony feeding into the thunder's might. The weapon unleashed a devastating explosion, releasing thousands of malevolent spirits, and causing the spirit weapons in the area to lose all power.
Fang Han saw the horrifying sight unfold before him. The once-mighty flying swords, symbols of the highest cultivation, now fell like discarded pieces of scrap metal. The Silver Snake Sword, wielded by the famous Original Sword Sky, dropped to the ground, its spirit extinguished by the relentless onslaught of the Yin Thunder's spirits.
The Red Dust Prince's dark attack wasn't just a physical strike; it was a mental and spiritual assault. The poisoned souls sought out their victims, wrapping themselves around them like a suffocating fog. The torment was unbearable, and within moments, most of the disciples, including Liu Kang and Red Yi Junzhu, collapsed, their minds consumed by the vengeful spirits.
Fang Han, too, felt the searing pain of the souls trying to invade his mind. His head throbbed as if thousands of needles were piercing his skull. He was on the verge of losing consciousness when, suddenly, something within him stirred—the Yellow Springs Diagram activated. Its dark energies surged to the forefront, banishing the poisonous spirits that sought to infiltrate his mind.
Fang Han's body was safe for now, but his thoughts were consumed with worry. Mo Shijie, the inner disciples, and Red Yi Junzhu were all at the mercy of the Six Desires Yin Thunder, and he couldn't just stand by and watch them die.
In a desperate attempt, Fang Han drew a knife from his wrist and cut his own hand, letting the blood drip into Red Yi Junzhu's mouth. His hope was that the medicinal power of his Nine Apertures Golden Elixir would help purge the poison. He had no time to waste. If this didn't work, they would all be lost.
As the battle progressed, the Original Sword Sky, a formidable opponent in his own right, tried to make a break for the Silver Snake Sword, but the Red Dust Prince was quicker. In an instant, he snatched the weapon from the air, and with a sinister laugh, he taunted the injured Original Sword Sky.
Fang Han watched, his heart heavy with the weight of the situation. The Red Dust Prince was powerful, but so were the stakes. The battle had reached a boiling point.
Then, a turn of fate—the Red Dust Prince was injured, his body riddled with wounds from the earlier sword attacks. His spirit garment, an artifact of immense power, had been damaged by the previous Water and Fire Orb—and now, Fang Han saw an opening.
This was the moment. The opportunity to strike was too good to pass up.
With a roar, Fang Han launched himself into the air, his sword—the Spirit Wind Sword—whistling as it cut through the air, heading straight for the Red Dust Prince's neck. The timing was perfect. The Red Dust Prince was vulnerable, his defenses weakened. This was the chance to end the battle, to claim victory and survival.
One strike, and everything could change.
Would Fang Han succeed in taking down the Red Dust Prince? Or would the tides of battle shift again, leaving him and his allies to face yet another deadly challenge? The desert air hung heavy with anticipation, and the final moments were upon them.