We stood outside the ruins, looking back at the rubble, and our hearts were filled with complicated emotions.
Although the breaking of the roulette wheel gave us a brief moment of peace, I knew that this was just the calm before the storm.
In our hearts, we all clearly understand that breaking the wheel may have completely angered the evil spirit Yogg-Saron lurking deep in this secret realm.
"This can't end so easily." Qin Wuyan's voice had a firm and serious tone, and his eyes shone with vigilance.
Yuan Ling frowned, and her fingers gently rubbed the rosary in her hand, as if seeking some kind of enlightenment.
"Yog-Saron is far more powerful than we thought, and destroying the wheel may just inspire it to become even more powerful."
Yuan Tingfeng looked around. There seemed to be more unknown dangers hidden in the ruins.
He held a new Tao Talisman tightly in his hand, ready to deal with possible threats at any time.
I took a deep breath, feeling that my strength had been severely depleted in this battle, but I knew now was not the time to give up.
I recalled my grandfather’s teachings and the responsibility I carried.
At this moment, a stronger vibration suddenly came from the depths of the ruins, followed by a deafening roar.
"Foolish mortals, you have provoked the wrath of Yogg-Saron! Accept my curse!"
As soon as the sound fell, the entire ruins of Yinyuan Temple began to tremble violently.
A strange and evil force filled the air, and the surrounding environment began to change.
Countless gaps opened on the ground, and streams of black mist emerged from them. The mist condensed into various terrifying shapes, some like ferocious faces, and some like twisted figures.
"Quick, set up the formation!" Yuan Tingfeng shouted and quickly set up a defensive formation around us.
Qin Wuyan and Yuan Ling also quickly entered combat mode, preparing for the upcoming attack.
I concentrated my mind, waved my staff, and summoned bright spells, trying to dispel the black mist.
But these black mist seemed to have a will of their own. They did not completely dissipate under the influence of the spell, but instead became more violent.
Some terrifying monsters gradually condensed out of the black mist. Their eyes flashed red in the darkness and they attacked us.
We were forced into a fierce battle.
Qin Wuyan's sword light drew bright tracks in the darkness, splitting apart one black fog monster after another.
Yuan Ling kept chanting spells, and her aura looked particularly bright in the darkness, resisting the attacks of the black fog monsters.
In the darkness, those monsters seemed to crawl out of the abyss of hell, and every attack carried the smell of death.
We stood back to back, forming an impenetrable defense line, but the power of the Hidden Abyss Temple seemed endless. New black mist and monsters were constantly being generated, and their attacks became more and more fierce.
Qin Wuyan's sword skills were getting faster and faster, and every time he swung his sword it was like he was racing against death.
Yuan Ling's spells became more and more powerful, and her beads drew streaks of light in the air, each one a force against darkness.
Yuan Tingfeng's Taoist Talisman is extremely crucial in this battle. Every time it is used, it can save us from danger at critical moments.
Although my strength was limited, I tried my best to inject my magic power into the staff and release a series of bright spells.
The battle continued in the endless darkness for an unknown amount of time.
Everyone is exhausted, but our eyes still shine with determination, because we know that only by continuing to fight can we find the dawn of victory.
Just when our strength was about to run out, a sudden change occurred in the center of the hall.
The black mist began to gather together, forming a huge vortex.
In the center of the vortex, a figure gradually emerged, which was Yogg-Saron's true form - a huge, terrifying existence composed of black mist and monsters.
Each of its eyes glowed with red light, and its every movement was filled with the power to destroy everything.
"Your resistance is in vain, mortals." Yogg-Saron's voice echoed in the hall, full of irresistible majesty, "I am the master of this place, and your fate has long been determined."
We looked at each other, knowing that the battle ahead would be tougher, but no one backed down.
We readjusted and prepared for the final battle.
Qin Wuyan took the lead in launching the charge, his flaming sword cutting through the darkness and pointing directly at Yogg-Saron's heart.
Yuan Ling and Yuan Tingfeng were not far behind. Their spells and Taoist talismans formed a powerful attack wave, and together with Qin Wuyan's sword energy, they rushed towards Yogg-Salon.
I also concentrated all my strength and released all my light spells towards that terrifying existence.
For a time, the entire hall was filled with a battle of light and fire, and every impact seemed to tear the world apart.
Our attacks left scars on Yogg-Saron's body, but it didn't seem to care. It just continued to release more powerful dark power, trying to swallow us completely.
In the hall, Yogg-Saron's form became more and more obvious and terrifying, the darkness condensed into its body, and every movement brought bursts of ear-piercing roars.
It seems in no rush to end the battle, but rather enjoys our resistance and fear.
Its eyes sparkled with cruelty and pleasure, and every attack was filled with mockery of life and death.
Although Qin Wuyan's swordsmanship was sharp, it was weak in the face of Yogg-Saron's dark power.
Although each of his attacks was extremely determined, they seemed to be just insignificant sparks in front of the huge black shadow.
Although Yuan Ling's spell is powerful, it seems difficult to touch Yogg-Saron's body. Her spell forms a beautiful but powerless light in the darkness.
Although Yuan Tingfeng's Taoist talisman kept erupting with light and thunder, it was always easily resolved by Yogg-Saron.
The battle became extremely difficult. We seemed to be trapped in a vortex of endless darkness, and every struggle was in vain.
Each of our attacks seemed to provide Yogg-Saron with more fodder for his jokes, and his laughter echoed through the halls, full of sarcasm and menace.
The power of Yogg-Saron not only suppresses us physically, but also causes great fear in us mentally.
Its twisted figure and flashing red eyes are like the messenger of death, making us feel deep despair every time it appears.
We know that facing such an opponent, any hesitation and fear may become a fatal weakness.
But even so, we didn't give up.
Qin Wuyan's eyes were still burning with the fire of battle, and Yuan Ling's expression was still calm and focused.
I also transformed all my fears into a desire to win.
