NOVEL WEB Chapter 761: Interrupting the Ritual!
As time passed, the atmosphere of the ritual grew increasingly eerie.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang held their breaths, knowing they had to act cautiously, as any mistake could plunge the entire village into greater disaster.
"We need to find a way to disrupt this ritual," Luo Chen whispered to Qing Shuang.
Qing Shuang nodded, a trace of determination flashing in her eyes.
"I'll distract them, you find a chance to sabotage the altar."
Luo Chen hesitated for a moment, knowing it would be extremely dangerous, but he also understood there was no better way.
"Alright, be careful."
Qing Shuang took a deep breath, then suddenly leaped out from their hiding place, gathering a dazzling beam of Spiritual Power in her hand and shooting it toward the group of black-robed figures.
The black-robed figures were startled by this sudden attack and turned their heads to look at Qing Shuang.
"Who is it?!" one of the black-robed figures shouted angrily.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Luo Chen quickly approached the altar from the other side, his sword tip starting to tremble again, ready to strike a deadly blow.
Qing Shuang weaved among the black-robed figures, beams of Spiritual Power flying between them, creating chaos.
She knew her task was to delay them as much as possible, giving Luo Chen a chance.
"Don't let her escape!" another black-robed figure ordered, and several black-robed figures began to surround Qing Shuang.
Luo Chen seized the opportunity to rush to the altar, raising his Longsword high, the light on its tip condensed to the extreme.
"Break!"
With a loud shout, the light on the sword tip smashed toward the altar like a meteor.
The altar began to shake violently under the impact of the light, and the black-robed figures screamed in terror.
Luo Chen's attack successfully disrupted the ritual; the cold aura dispersed instantly.
"No!" the leading black-robed figure roared, turning to look at Luo Chen, eyes filled with anger and unwillingness.
"You ignorant fools, you don't know what you have destroyed!" the black-robed figure bellowed.
Luo Chen looked at him coldly, "The dark arts you practice here will only bring disaster to innocent people."
The black-robed figure sneered, "Disaster? This is just the beginning. Soon you'll understand how foolish your actions are."
By now, Qing Shuang had shaken off the other black-robed figures and swiftly returned to Luo Chen's side.
"We have to leave here; they might have more tricks up their sleeves."
Luo Chen nodded, knowing it wasn't the time to entangle with the black-robed figures.
The two quickly retreated from the village and proceeded toward their next objective.
In the following days, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang visited several villages where anomalies had occurred, discovering similar rituals being conducted in each place.
Although they successfully stopped several, they encountered increasingly stubborn resistance each time.
"These black-robed figures seem to be searching for some kind of power, and there must be a larger organization behind them."
Luo Chen said to Qing Shuang during a rest.
Qing Shuang nodded, "We must find the source of this organization, or these villages will never know peace."
They continued their journey, delving into the investigation, until one day, they arrived at an ancient castle shrouded in black mist.
The castle's surroundings were filled with an unsettling aura, and Luo Chen and Qing Shuang realized they might have found the core of the black-robed organization.
"We must be careful, this place could be more dangerous than anywhere we've encountered before," Luo Chen cautioned.
Qing Shuang gripped her Magic Wand tightly, her heart filled with determination.
"No matter how dangerous, we need to unveil the truth."
The two cautiously entered the castle, and the sight inside shocked them.
The walls were inscribed with ancient runes, and the floor flowed with a dark red liquid, seemingly blood.
They heard a low chanting sound emanating from the depths of the castle.
Following the sound direction, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang arrived at a vast underground hall.
In the center stood a massive black altar, surrounded by black-robed figures engaged in a large-scale ritual.
Puzzling mystical voices echoed continuously.
A mystical power that seemed capable of affecting people's mental abilities was pervasively spreading there.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang hid in a corner of the hall, observing the actions of the black-robed figures.
They knew this ritual was more important than any previous one, as the number of black-robed figures and their emitted evil aura far exceeded before.
"Qing Shuang, do you feel it, the aura here is different from what we've encountered before?" Luo Chen asked quietly.
Qing Shuang nodded, her brows knitted, "Yes, the aura here is more ancient, more dark, and I sense a powerful force brewing."
Luo Chen's gaze locked tightly on the altar, attempting to identify the key to this ritual.
"We must find a way to stop this, or we're in serious trouble..."
Qing Shuang took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
"Luo Chen, we have to proceed with caution. If we're discovered, we might not make it out alive."
Luo Chen nodded, knowing that Qing Shuang was speaking the truth.
They needed to find an opportunity, a chance to completely destroy this ritual.
At that moment, a black-robed figure stepped into the center of the altar, raising his hands and beginning to chant an ancient Curse.
As he chanted, the entire hall began to tremble, a powerful energy wave spreading from the altar's center.
"Now's the time!"