Chapter 162: Fierce Battle in the Ancient Castle
The two men clashed in an instant, fists and swords intertwined, and the dull sounds of metal collision and physical combat echoed in the castle. Tang Hao gradually gained the upper hand with the blessing of the forbidden magic stone, as well as his own powerful strength and fighting skills. Each of his blows was powerful and heavy. Although the red-haired old man was also a master, he was old after all. Without the blessing of magic, he seemed a little powerless under Tang Hao's continuous attack, and even the hand holding the staff trembled slightly.
After a fierce confrontation, Tang Hao seized the opportunity and suddenly turned sideways. The blood-red sword passed at an incredible angle, leaving a deep wound on the left arm of the red-haired old man. Blood gushed out, the red-haired old man screamed in pain, and his body staggered back involuntarily.
"Is this all you can do? It's really disappointing!"
Tang Hao pressed forward step by step, his tone full of contempt.
The red-haired old man's eyes were wide open, and he knew that if he didn't try his best today, he would probably not be able to retreat unscathed. So, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, held the staff tightly with both hands, and chanted the ancient spell in a low voice. Although the forbidden magic stone restricted most of his magic power, he still tried to stimulate the mysterious power hidden in the staff.
As the spell was completed, a dazzling red light burst out from the top of the staff, and a powerful energy wave rippled in the air. Tang Hao felt the threat of this power and did not dare to be careless. He immediately condensed the blood and energy of his whole body to form a thick shield to prepare for the upcoming attack.
"Flame Storm!"
The red-haired old man roared, swung the staff forward, and a huge flame tornado formed instantly, sweeping towards Tang Hao with destructive power.
Tang Hao retreated violently, and at the same time swung his sword at the flame tornado, trying to split it. However, the power of the flame tornado was beyond imagination. Even after being weakened by the forbidden magic stone, his blood-colored sword could only barely slow down its speed. The flame tornado finally crashed into the shield he had set up before, and a deafening roar broke out. The entire castle seemed to tremble, and many members of the Light Alliance were knocked to the ground by the shock wave.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, although Tang Hao was ragged and his armor was charred, his figure was still standing. Although the light of the forbidden magic stone was much dimmer, it still stubbornly protected him from more harm. The red-haired old man, who had exhausted his last strength from casting forbidden magic, knelt on the ground and gasped.
"It's over, old man."
Tang Hao slowly approached, holding the blood-red sword high, ready to give his opponent the final blow.
The red-haired old man raised his head, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness, but more of it was the helpless acceptance of fate. He closed his eyes and waited for the end to come.
At this moment, bursts of roars suddenly came from outside the castle, as if a new force was approaching. Tang Hao's heart trembled, realizing that the battle might not really be over yet. But he also understood that at this moment, he must first completely eliminate the threat in front of him before he can face the greater challenges that may come next.
"For the Light Alliance, for justice, you must die!" Tang Hao roared, and the blood-red sword fell like lightning, pretending to end the life of the red-haired old man. Unexpectedly, another flame swept over, knocking Tang Hao out, and saved the red-haired old man at a critical moment.
Liu Yu on the side narrowed his eyes and clenched the long sword in his hand.
"Bell, you finally showed up."
The flame dissipated, Bell helped the red-haired old man up, and a large number of Eagle Group members appeared on the upper floor. Their equipment and weapons were excellent, and they were obviously much stronger than the mob just now. They should be the elite troops of the Eagle Group.
The red-haired old man gasped and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Bell.
"You go to guard the control center, leave this to me."
Hearing this, the old man nodded in response, and then ran quickly to the upper floor.
As the red-haired old man left, Bell stood in the center of the upper level of the castle. His eyes were as cold as a knife, and his whole body exuded an indescribable majesty and domineering. His injury did not seem to affect his momentum, but instead inspired him to fight harder.
"Untouchables, do you think you can easily destroy our Eagle Group with just this? Today, let you see the true strength of the Eagle Group!"
Bell's voice echoed in the castle, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the people in the Bright Alliance.
Tang Hao got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became more determined. He understood that the real battle had just begun. He clenched the blood-red sword, and his blood boiled again, ready to meet Bell's challenge.
Liu Yu stood beside Tang Hao, his eyes swept back and forth between Bell and the surrounding Eagle Group elites, and he quickly calculated the response strategy in his mind. He knew that all the plans were unimportant at this moment. As long as Bell was solved, the mission of this trip would be accomplished.
"Bell, your doom has come!"
Tang Hao roared and rushed towards Bell again. The blood-red sword, with a sharp blade wind, went straight to Bell's vitals.
Bell snorted coldly, dodged like a ghost, and at the same time, a flaming sword appeared in his hand. He was a master of swordsmanship, and every move was just right. He avoided Tang Hao's offensive and kept looking for opportunities to counterattack.
The two of them fought back and forth, the shadows of swords and the lights of knives intertwined, and the troops of the two sides also collided with each other, and the crisp sound of metal collisions rang out again in the castle. Every time they fought, it seemed as if sparks flew, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. In the castle, the lights of swords and the shadows of swords, magic and firearms intertwined, and the battle entered a white-hot stage. The members of the Bright Alliance and the Eagle Group were fighting for their respective beliefs and honors.
At this moment, the confrontation between Tang Hao and Bell suddenly reached a climax. The two of them used all their strength at the same time, and the blood-red broadsword and the long sword collided in the air, making a deafening sound. The powerful impact made both of them retreat a few steps, but Tang Hao was obviously better. He took the opportunity to jump up, and the blood-red broadsword slashed at Bell like lightning.
Bell was affected by his injuries and his fighting power was not as good as before. Seeing Tang Hao pressing over, there was no panic in his eyes. He held the long sword tightly with both hands, and powerful magic surged in his body. He roared, and a layer of blazing flames instantly covered his long sword, colliding with Tang Hao's blood-red broadsword again.
This time, the two men's strength reached its peak, and the castle seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. The huge impact caused the surrounding buildings to collapse one after another, and rubble and smoke flew everywhere.
However, at this critical moment, Bell suddenly used some kind of spell or skill. The long sword in his hand instantly turned into a ball of blazing flames, and rushed towards Tang Hao with destructive power.
Although Tang Hao was extremely brave, he seemed a little powerless in the face of this sudden killing move. He tried his best to swing the blood-red broadsword, trying to resist the invasion of the flames, but the power of the flames was too strong, his shield was instantly pierced, and the blood-red broadsword was also swallowed by the flames.
Tang Hao retreated violently, but the flames followed him like a shadow, constantly approaching him. At this critical moment of life and death, Liu Yu stepped forward, the long sword in his hand flashing with dazzling light, and with one swing of the sword, he cut the flame into two parts.
However, this was only a temporary respite. Bell did not stop there, he gathered his strength again and prepared to launch a more fierce attack.