Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

As the first rays of sunlight shone on the muddy ground, Lin Fan, Jin Buke, Zhong Ling'er, and Jiang Shuiling finally had a break. Although the attack by the mud monster was over, the physical fatigue and mental tension were still there. The morning air was filled with a cold dampness, and the surroundings were too quiet, as if nature was holding its breath waiting for the next storm to come. Jin Buke sat on a boulder, holding a spear in his hand, his eyes fixed on the surroundings. Zhong Ling'er wiped her magic weapon, while Jiang Shuiling leaned against a tree, slightly closed her eyes, and felt the energy fluctuations around her.

Lin Fan stood aside, holding the Qiankun Axe in his hand. The Qiankun Axe vibrated slightly, as if responding to the changes around it. Lin Fan could feel the power in the tower throbbing, as if hinting at some hidden danger. He frowned slightly, knowing in his heart that this land was not peaceful. As the Holy Ruins gradually approached, danger followed closely.

"Let's go, we can't delay too long." Lin Fan said in a deep voice, the Qiankun Axe gently spinning in his hand, as if guiding them.

The four of them set out on their journey again. The ancient road was winding and surrounded by ancient trees that towered into the sky. The light from the sky penetrated through the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows. The air was filled with the heaviness and oppression of ancient times, as if every tree and every leaf carried countless historical secrets and cries. Lin Fan walked in front, and the power of the Chaos Tower constantly sensed the changes around him. From time to time, a faint energy fluctuation came from it. This fluctuation was like an undercurrent under the sea, not easy to detect, but full of threats.

Lin Fan paused slightly and squinted his eyes to look into the depths of the dense forest ahead. There was a low bush with crystal dew hanging on the leaves, but Lin Fan vaguely felt that there seemed to be something staring at them from behind the bush.

"Something is following us." Lin Fan said in a cold voice. His voice was not loud, but it was enough to wake everyone in the team up.

Jin Buke immediately tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes. Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling also stopped, and the two stood on both sides of Lin Fan tacitly, observing everything around them vigilantly. Zhong Ling'er chanted a spell softly, and a light blue halo condensed in her palm, surrounding her, ready to meet sudden attacks at any time.

The closer they got to the Holy Ruins, the more dangers they encountered. Lin Fan knew in his heart that the situation before him was just the beginning.

The four of them continued to move forward cautiously. The end of the ancient road was shrouded in a faint mist, and there seemed to be some dark shadows flashing in the mist, like human figures, or some kind of wild beasts moving quickly. Occasionally, a strange whisper came from my ears, as if someone was whispering in my ears, or it was the whisper of the wind. Lin Fan held the Chaos Tower tightly, and the power in the tower gradually increased, which made him more convinced that there must be some powerful existence waiting for them ahead.

Suddenly, a shadow quickly passed through the branches high up. Almost in the blink of an eye, the air in front of Lin Fan became distorted, as if the whole world had become dim in that instant.

"Here it comes!" Lin Fan shouted, and the Qiankun Axe suddenly burst out with a bright light. Strong energy fluctuations spread out with him as the center, instantly dispersing the shadows in the air.

A sharp howl came from the forest. The sound was harsh and sharp, like the roar of some beast, carrying an ominous omen. Then, the shadows of the trees in the dense forest began to shake violently, accompanied by the vibration, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

"Prepare for battle!" Jin Buke had already held his sword in front of him, standing in front of the team like a solid fortress. Zhong Ling'er chanted the spell, and the halo in her hand condensed into a magic sword. Jiang Shuiling quickly took out the silver bow from the quiver behind her, pulled the string and put an arrow on it, ready to attack at any time.

However, around them, shadows became more and more numerous. One, two, one after another, as if the shadows in the entire dense forest had come alive. They were shadow blade ghosts, an ancient and mysterious existence, with bodies as erratic as mist, and blades flashing cold light in the air. These shadow blade ghosts specialize in ambushing intruders who enter the Holy Ruins. It is said that their blades can cut souls.

Lin Fan's heart trembled. The aura of these shadow blade ghosts was very strange. It seemed that they were not only physically attacking, but their existence itself carried some mysterious power that could penetrate all physical defenses and directly attack the enemy's mind. Lin Fan tightly grasped the Qiankun Axe, ready to face the upcoming life-and-death battle.

The shadow blade ghosts roared silently, and their figures quickly shuttled through the dense forest, their blades following them like shadows, and instantly surrounded Lin Fan and the other three. Lin Fan reacted quickly, swinging the power of the Qiankun Axe to instantly release a layer of golden shield, protecting the four of them firmly. The shadow blade ghost's blade slashed fiercely on the shield, making a sharp sound and splashing light.

Jin Buke roared, stepped on the ground, and rushed out like the wind. His long sword drew a stream of light in the air and pierced the shadow blade ghost in the front. The shadow blade ghost's blade came forward, but Jin Buke's spear was extremely fierce. The strong true energy attached to the tip of the sword directly shattered the blade of the shadow blade ghost. Then, the tip of the sword pierced through the shadow blade ghost's figure. The shadow blade ghost let out a shrill scream and its figure instantly disappeared in the air.

"We can't fight these guys head-on!" Jin Buke reminded loudly. The number of Shadow Blade Ghosts far exceeded their imagination. Every time they knocked down one, more Shadow Blade Ghosts seemed to pour out of the dense forest.

Zhong Ling'er cast a spell, and the blue lightsaber swung quickly in her hand. With each swing, several light blades flew out, forcing the shadow blade ghosts back. Jiang Shuiling's arrows shot out like raindrops, accurately hitting the vital points of each shadow blade ghost, but these shadow blade ghosts seemed endless, and more and more shadows rushed towards them from all directions.