I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 173 Battle with the mysterious man

The moment the mysterious man in black robes stepped into the cave, the atmosphere of the entire space seemed to freeze. A chilling pressure spread outwards like a tide, making it almost impossible for everyone to breathe. Zhang Yifan's eyes narrowed. He gripped his long sword tightly, channeling his spiritual energy to its limit. His nine nascent souls spun rapidly, continuously providing him with immense power. His body shimmered with spiritual energy, as if possessed by a war god, warily watching this uninvited guest.

Sensing the mysterious man's power, the black dragon slowly rose from the ground. Its massive body arched slightly, like a sharp arrow ready to be released. Its blood-red vertical pupils revealed solemnity and fear, and it let out a low roar, as if to show off to the mysterious man or to embolden itself.

The mysterious figure stood still, black mist drifting gently, his face hidden within it, making him impossible to decipher. After a long while, he let out a low, hoarse laugh, like the cry of an owl, echoing through the cave, carrying an endless eeriness: "Hmph, you think you can stop me from seizing the elixir? You overestimate yourselves!" His voice contained powerful spiritual energy, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Zhang Yifan snorted coldly, responding without backing down, "If you want the pills, then come and get them with your skills!" With that, he struck first, unleashing the ultimate move of the Thunderous Sky-Splitting Sword, "Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens." In an instant, dark clouds gathered above the cave, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and bolts of lightning as thick as buckets crashed down in response to his sword strike, their target the mysterious man in black robes. The lightning tore through the darkness, illuminating the entire cave and casting flickering light on the mysterious man's figure.

Seeing this, the mysterious man remained calm and composed. He simply raised one hand, palm forward, and a black spiritual energy shield instantly formed in front of him. Lightning struck the shield, crackling loudly, the dazzling light blinding, and the powerful impact caused the cave to tremble violently, sending rocks tumbling down. However, the shield remained unmoved, like an impregnable fortress, easily blocking Zhang Yifan's fierce attack.

Zhang Yifan's heart sank. He knew he had encountered a formidable opponent, but there was no turning back now; he had no choice but to fight to the death. He flashed forward like a ghost, his longsword flashing with dazzling swordplay. His sword techniques were unpredictable, blending the subtlety of the Xuanqing Sword Art with the power of the Chaos Art, as he tried to find a weakness in the shield.

At this moment, the black dragon also launched an attack in coordination with Zhang Yifan. It opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a stream of black flames. The flames contained the life force of the dragon race, and the temperature was extremely high. Wherever it went, rocks instantly melted, and the air was scorched and distorted. The black flames and Zhang Yifan's sword moves attacked the mysterious man together, forming a pincer movement.

Despite the combined attack of the two, the mysterious man remained calm and composed. He chanted incantations, his hands rapidly forming hand seals. Black mist surged from his body, transforming into black pythons that lunged at Zhang Yifan and the black dragon with bared fangs and claws. The pythons were coiled with black spiritual energy, their scales gleaming coldly, their mouths wide open, revealing sharp fangs, as if they intended to devour them alive.

Zhang Yifan brandished his longsword, desperately fending off the pythons' attacks. Each swing severed a python, but they seemed endless, constantly regenerating. The black dragon, on the other hand, used flames to burn the pythons, but the pythons appeared unfazed by the fire, weaving freely through it. Taking advantage of the black dragon's distraction, several pythons coiled around its body, tightening their grip. The black dragon roared in pain, struggling fiercely.

Seeing this, Zhang Yifan was frantic. He concentrated his spiritual power at the tip of his sword and unleashed the move "Sword Piercing the Sky." A dazzling sword aura, like a rainbow piercing the sun, shot straight towards the mysterious man, intending to break the stalemate and rescue the black dragon. The mysterious man sensed the danger and dodged the fatal blow, but the rock behind him was cleaved in two by the sword aura, sending fragments flying.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the black dragon broke free from the python's restraints. It roared angrily, its entire body radiating light, as it prepared to unleash a forbidden secret technique of the demon race. Zhang Yifan was startled. He knew that the black dragon's actions were extremely risky, but the situation was critical, and he had no choice but to let it take the plunge.

The black dragon roared to the sky, spewing out a stream of black light from its mouth. This light contained immense destructive power, annihilating everything in its path. The mysterious man dared not underestimate it. He formed hand seals again, summoning all the black mist back and condensing it into a massive black sphere before him. Runes shimmered on the sphere's surface, as if it contained the very essence of the universe, intended to resist the black dragon's forbidden techniques.

The two collided with a deafening roar, the light so dazzling it felt as if one were at the core of the sun. The immense impact sent Zhang Yifan, the black dragon, and the mysterious man flying backward. Zhang Yifan crashed heavily to the side of the cave, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to get up, only to find his spiritual energy chaotic and his injuries severe. The black dragon fared no better; its body was covered in snake bites, and the black light had exhausted much of its strength, leaving it lying motionless on the ground.

Although the mysterious man in black robes managed to regain his footing, he was still somewhat disheveled. His black robes were torn in several places, the black mist thinned, and a corner of his concealed face was faintly revealed. It was a face covered with strange runes, which seemed to be alive and slowly wriggled on his face, making people's hair stand on end.

Enraged, the mysterious man strode toward Zhang Yifan and the black dragon, a murderous glint in his eyes. A black scythe appeared in his hand, its blade dripping with a black liquid resembling blood, emitting a pungent stench. Clearly, it was an evil magical artifact.

Zhang Yifan watched the mysterious figure approach step by step, a wave of despair washing over him. But he gritted his teeth, gripping his longsword tightly, determined to fight to the death, even if he had only one breath left. Just as the mysterious figure was about to swing his scythe to kill them, a strange fluctuation suddenly emanated from the depths of the cave, as if a mysterious power had been awakened. Then, an ancient stone door slowly opened, revealing a five-colored glow within, as if leading to another world…