Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

Just as the two of them are gradually running out of strength, the battle situation becomes even more tense. The air is filled with a strong smell of death, like a thick and sticky haze that weighs heavily on their hearts. Their chests seem to be filled with huge stones, making it difficult for them to breathe. Every breath is like dragging a heavy shackle, and they emit heavy gasps. Everything around them is shrouded in this aura. The originally dark and damp swamp now appears even more oppressive and desperate. The fog in the swamp is like thick ink, tightly wrapping every inch of space, making it almost impossible to see the scene in front of them. The occasional strange flickering of phosphor lights looms in the fog, like wandering lonely souls, or like adding a note of death to this brutal battle. Every flicker seems to remind them that death may come at any moment.

After continuously blocking the fierce attacks of the giant pythons, the light of the runes on the Taichu Divine Sword in Lin Yu's hand becomes even dimmer. The runes that were once as bright and dazzling as stars are now like a dying candle in the wind, flickering unsteadily in the murderous aura as sharp as a knife, and may be completely extinguished by this evil force at any moment. Every confrontation with the giant pythons intensifies the soreness in his arm, as if thousands of red-hot steel needles are deeply inserted into his muscles, not only bringing excruciating pain but also a burning tingling sensation. The soreness spreads rapidly from his arm throughout his body, making his movements slow and heavy. Every time he waves the divine sword, it's like struggling against an invisible gravitational force. His arm muscles cramp due to excessive fatigue, and every movement is accompanied by a soft "creaking" sound of his bones, as if they will fall apart at any moment. His breathing also becomes rapid and heavy. Every gasp is like the dull sound of a worn-out bellows, which is particularly clear in this deathly silent swamp. It's as if he is struggling to draw in the last bit of air to sustain his life, and every breath carries the smell of blood and decay, making people almost vomit.

The tiger's mouth of his hand also splits open due to the huge impact force. Blood slowly trickles down along the hilt of the sword and drips into the muddy water of the swamp, instantly being swallowed up by the stinky muddy water without leaving a trace, just like this swamp is ruthlessly devouring all signs of life, coldly declaring their desperate situation. The muddy water splashes onto his face, mixing with his sweat and blood, blurring his vision. The world in front of him seems to be shrouded in a layer of red fog, hazy and full of unknown fears. He instinctively wipes his face with the back of his blood-stained hand, but only gets more muddy water and blood smeared on his face. The blurred vision makes it even more difficult for him to defend against the attacks of the giant pythons, and the sense of crisis follows him like a shadow.

On Li Qiang's side, the cracks on the ice wall become more and more dense under the giant pythons' repeated and crazy impacts, almost covering the entire surface of the ice wall. Those cracks are like ferocious spider webs, and each one seems to be an abyss leading to death, as if mercilessly mocking his struggle and perseverance. The ice wall makes a "cracking" sound under the impact of the giant pythons, which is a warning of its impending collapse. Every sound is like a heavy hammer striking his heart, making his heart beat violently with the sound, as if it will break through his chest. His hands tremble constantly due to continuously maintaining the ice wall. His finger joints turn white from excessive force, and his fingertips almost lose their sensation. Every time the giant pythons hit the ice wall, the impact force is transmitted along his arm, making his arm numb and almost unable to hold the spell formula.

His legs also feel a bit weak, and his muscles are so sore that they seem to be filled with lead, almost unable to support his body. His knees bend slightly, and he tries to use this posture to support his crumbling body, but his legs keep shaking involuntarily. The ice wall may collapse with a crash at any moment, completely exposing him to the fangs of the giant pythons and making him the food in the bellies of these ferocious beasts. He can even imagine the terrifying scene 

when the giant pythons' huge mouths bite down, with their sharp fangs piercing through his body and blood splashing everywhere. Fear overwhelms him like a tide, making his soul tremble. Images of himself being bitten by the giant pythons keep emerging in his mind. Cold sweat keeps breaking out on his forehead, mixing with the blood on his face and sliding down his cheeks.

During the difficult resistance, Lin Yu's spirit is highly concentrated, and every nerve is tensed to the extreme, like a string pulled to the limit, which may break under this huge pressure at any moment. On the one hand, he has to constantly pay attention to the attack directions and timings of the giant pythons. Every move of those giant pythons is related to life and death, and a slight carelessness will cost him his life. Their attacks are swift and changeable. Some giant pythons will suddenly burst out from the muddy water, bringing a stinky smell and splashing muddy water, making it impossible to defend against; some will swoop down from above, and their huge shadows instantly cover him, bringing a strong sense of oppression. Every attack carries a deadly threat. On the other hand, he also has to maintain the operation of his own spiritual power to resist the attacks of the giant pythons. The spiritual power surges wildly in his body but gradually depletes due to the long battle, just like a dried-up stream with the water flow getting thinner and thinner. He can feel his strength fading little by little, as if the candle of his life is also slowly extinguishing. His body becomes heavier and heavier, and his consciousness also starts to become a bit blurred. The scene in front of him is sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, and he has to shake his head desperately to try to keep himself awake.

Just as he dodges to the side to avoid the pounce and bite of a giant python, his body stumbles due to excessive fatigue, and he almost falls. He slips under his feet and sinks into a muddy pit in the swamp. The muddy water quickly submerges his knees. The icy cold muddy water makes his legs go numb instantly, making it even more difficult for him to move. He struggles desperately, trying to pull out his legs, but it feels like he has fallen into an endless abyss of the mud. The more he struggles, the deeper he sinks. The muddy water keeps pouring into his boots. The coldness and stench make his feet lose their sensation. He props his hands on the ground, trying to use the strength of his arms to pull himself out of the muddy pit, but the muddy ground makes his hands keep slipping. His fingernails are stuffed with mud, and there is a piercing pain coming from his fingertips.

At this critical moment, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently catches a glimpse of some faintly visible ancient runes on the ground of the swamp. These runes emit a faint golden light, which stands out in this dark, oppressive, and death-shrouded foggy swamp, like a pearl in the dark, exuding a mysterious and alluring brilliance. Although the golden light is faint, it is like a ray of hope that penetrates through the layers of fog and directly catches his eye. His heart suddenly moves. His years of adventure experience in dangerous places and his keen intuition tell him that these runes may be the key to turning the tide of the battle and the only hope for them to survive in this desperate situation, just like seeing a glimmer of dawn in the dark. This glimmer of dawn makes the flame of hope reignite in his originally dim eyes. Although the flame is weak, it is full of power. His heart rate suddenly speeds up, and his originally scattered spirit is also invigorated.

While waving the Taichu Divine Sword to resist the attacks of the giant pythons, Lin Yu concentrates his spirit on observing the arrangement patterns of the runes. Every time the giant pythons launch an attack, he has to react quickly, instinctively dodging or blocking with his body. Sometimes, he has to use the rotten trees in the swamp as a cover to temporarily block the attacks of the giant pythons and gain more time to observe the runes. Those rotten trees are tottering under the attacks of the giant pythons and may be destroyed at any moment, but he doesn't care that much. The tails of the giant pythons lash against the tree trunks, and sawdust flies around. Some of it even pierces directly into his skin, bringing a stinging pain. He just frowns slightly, and his gaze never leaves the runes. There are only those mysterious patterns in his eyes. At the same time, his eyes are always fixed on those runes, not missing any detail. He memorizes 

every pattern and every turn of the runes in his heart.

He finds that when his spiritual power resonates with the runes, the light of the runes becomes brighter, and there seems to be a subtle change in the surrounding air. The originally heavy and oppressive fog that made it almost impossible to breathe shows some signs of dissipating. The fog that was originally as thick as ink and almost suffocating, at the moment when the light of the runes becomes brighter, is as if gently pushed aside by an invisible big hand, and some thin gaps appear. Through these gaps, one can vaguely see the more distant twisted plants and the churning muddy water, as if the scene of another world is beckoning to them, which is the call of the hope of survival. A surge of excitement wells up in his heart, as if he sees the possibility of getting out of the predicament. That excitement is like a spark that quickly spreads in his heart, filling him with fighting spirit.

He quickly informs Li Qiang of this discovery through spiritual power transmission. His voice is filled with a trace of urgency and excitement: "Li Qiang, there's something strange about the runes on the ground of the swamp. Let's try to mobilize our spiritual power. Maybe we can break the situation!" The spiritual power transmission is a bit faint in this chaotic battlefield. The roars of the giant pythons, the churning sound of the muddy water, and the impact sound of the ice wall are intertwined, forming a noisy wave of sound that almost drowns out his voice. However, Li Qiang still clearly receives it with his firm will and the desire for survival. After receiving the message, a glimmer of hope flashes in Li Qiang's eyes. Although he is in a desperate situation, he is also injured in many places, and the blood has stained his clothes red. The pain from the wounds makes it almost unbearable for him. Every breath pulls at the wounds, bringing a piercing pain, but he still doesn't hesitate to start trying to mobilize his spiritual power.

He takes a deep breath, temporarily putting aside the threats of the surrounding giant pythons and immersing himself completely in the mobilization of his spiritual power. He knows that this may be their last chance. Once they fail, death awaits them, and he will never give up, even if there is only a glimmer of hope. He grits his teeth, endures the pain, and focuses on condensing the spiritual power in his body, as if gathering the last strength of his life. The veins on his forehead bulge, and sweat keeps rolling down. Every time he mobilizes his spiritual power, it's like struggling against the pain and fatigue, but his eyes are extremely firm. He stares closely at the runes on the ground, with only one belief in his heart: to survive.

The two of them start to try to mobilize their spiritual power and carefully activate these mysterious runes. Lin Yu closes his eyes tightly, discarding all distracting thoughts, and slowly gathers the spiritual power in his body in his palm, and then gently pushes it towards the direction of the runes. He can feel the spiritual power flowing in the air and forming a wonderful connection with the runes, like two invisible silk threads slowly intertwining. This connection makes his heart beat involuntarily faster, as if he can feel the huge power hidden behind the runes being awakened. It is an ancient and powerful force that makes him both excited and nervous. Fine beads of sweat seep out on his forehead and slide down his cheeks, but he doesn't notice it at all, immersing himself completely in the communication with the runes. He can feel the faint response from the runes, which is a mysterious fluctuation, as if telling ancient secrets.

Li Qiang is also the same. He quickly forms seals with his hands. The movements are smooth but also a bit hasty. He mutters something under his breath. The voice is low and powerful, as if he is having a conversation with the mysterious power between heaven and earth. Every syllable carries his desire for survival. The chilling air around him and his spiritual power blend with each other and rush towards the runes together. As they inject their spiritual power, the light of the runes becomes brighter and brighter. The originally faintly visible runes are now clearly visible. The golden light spreads in the swamp, like golden rivers, illuminating this dark area and also lighting up the hope in their hearts. They seem to see the dawn of victory shining ahead. The dawn is getting brighter and brighter, as if leading them to a new life, making them firmly believe that the hope of survival is gradually becoming clearer. The golden light illuminates the surrounding swamp. The giant pythons seem to sense the threat, and their attacks become even more crazy. However, Lin Yu and Li Qiang are no longer afraid. Their eyes are filled with determination, ready to face the unknown challenges.