Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

As Lin Yu and Li Qiang continuously inject their spiritual power into the ancient runes, the light of the runes suddenly becomes extremely intense, just like a blazing sun that has just broken through the darkness and burst forth, unreservedly releasing a dazzling golden radiance. In an instant, with an overwhelming momentum, this radiance illuminates the swamp that has been shrouded in darkness and oppression for a long time as brightly as day. Once, the light of the runes was faint and flickering, like a candle flame swaying in the dark, which could be extinguished at any moment by the howling cold wind. That faint light was so small and fragile in the thick, ink-like darkness, as if it would disappear completely the next second. But at this moment, it has transformed into a surging and materialized torrent of light. This torrent of light is like a golden dragon that keeps galloping, spreading out in all directions with an irresistible and majestic momentum. Where the light reaches, the air is reflected golden and translucent, as if the whole world has been reshaped by this light. The light penetrates the thick haze above the swamp, allowing this land to feel true brightness for the first time in a long time.

The corners of the swamp that were hidden in the dark, the winding mud gully, and the decaying remnants of plants are all exposed without reservation, unfolding before the eyes of the two. The bottom of the swamp that was originally covered by the fog is now clearly visible. All kinds of oddly shaped stones and stinky silt are exposed under this dazzling light. Some fragments of ancient ruins hidden in the silt also emerge, engraved with mysterious symbols, as if telling the long and mysterious past of this swamp. Some of these symbols are like a certain ancient script, with twisted and complex strokes, revealing the vicissitudes of time; some are strange patterns, like the records of some mysterious creatures or ancient rituals. Every engraving seems to be whispering the secrets buried by time.

A mysterious and powerful force surges out from the ground, as if an ancient giant beast that has been sleeping for thousands of years and sealed by time has suddenly awakened. Its deafening roar makes the entire swamp tremble, and even some slight cracks appear on the ground. These cracks keep spreading, like the wounds of the earth. Mud gushes out from the cracks, emitting a pungent smell. This force contains an ancient and vicissitudes-filled aura, which is a kind of heavy precipitation that has experienced countless cycles of the sun and the moon and the great changes of the world. Over the long years, it has been buried deep underground, silently witnessing the changes in the world. From the formation of this swamp to the birth and disappearance of countless lives, it has remembered them all. Perhaps it has witnessed great battles in ancient times, where powerful cultivators cast earth-shattering spells on this land; or perhaps it has witnessed this swamp gradually transform from a vibrant wetland into the current dangerous and desperate situation.

At this moment, Lin Yu and Li Qiang, with their tenacious will and unremitting efforts, have successfully awakened it, and the terrifying power it bursts out is astonishing. It is like an invisible but violent storm, carrying endless energy, and sweeping wildly in all directions with the runes as the center. The power of this storm is so powerful that it is suffocating. The surrounding air is violently stirred by it, forming huge whirlpools. These whirlpools keep rotating, making a whooshing sound, like countless resentful souls howling desperately, and also like playing an ancient and mysterious battle song. Where the storm passes, the muddy water in the swamp is lifted high, forming waves several feet high, and then falling heavily, splashing large amounts of water. Under the illumination of the golden light, the water splashes are like shining pearls. The waves crash against the surrounding trees and rocks, making a dull impact sound, which intertwines with the howling sound of the storm, forming a breathtaking scene.

Under the powerful impact of this force, most of the surrounding fog is instantly dispelled. The originally thick, ink-like fog that was so heavy that it was almost impossible to see through, like encountering its fated natural enemy, dissipates rapidly at a visible speed. The dangers that were 

once hidden in the fog, whether it is the sharp dead branches hidden under the mud, whose sharp tips seem to be ready to pierce any creature that dares to approach; or the unknown creatures lurking in the dark, with their eyes shining with a strange light, are now gradually exposed to the sight of the two. Some small beasts with strange shapes stick their heads out of their hidden dens, looking at this sudden change in horror. Some of these small beasts have long, thin antennae that keep swinging, as if sensing the danger around them; some are covered with thorns all over their bodies, shrinking in their dens and only showing a pair of vigilant eyes.

At the same time, the movements of the originally extremely fierce giant pythons become sluggish. Their thick bodies, which originally twisted freely in the swamp and were as agile as flexible water snakes, moving freely through the mud. But now they seem to be under a heavy sealed shackle. Every movement becomes difficult and slow, and every move is like dragging a heavy load of a thousand catties. The muscles of the giant pythons are tense, and their scales stand up slightly due to the force, glistening with a cold light in the sun. They try to break free from the restraint of this mysterious force, constantly twisting their bodies and making dull sounds. However, all their efforts are in vain, and they can only make a futile struggle in place. The muddy water around their bodies is stirred into a mess. Some giant pythons even sink deeper into the mud due to excessive force. The more they struggle, the deeper they sink. The mud keeps pouring into their mouths and noses, making them whine in pain. A giant python swings its tail desperately, trying to maintain its balance, but its lower body sinks deeper and deeper into the mud, and it can only watch helplessly as it is gradually swallowed up.

The giant pythons seem to be extremely afraid of this suddenly emerging mysterious force. The originally fierce light in their eyes weakens a little, just like a blazing fire being splashed with a basin of cold water, dimming instantly. They no longer launch attacks as madly as before, and the frequency of their attacks also decreases significantly. They no longer have the previous crazy momentum of going forward without hesitation and fighting to the death. These ferocious beasts that used to run amok in the swamp and regard everything as ants now actually show a trace of fear. Their bodies tremble slightly, and they wander in place, twisting their bodies in small range. Their eyes are full of hesitation, and they dare not move forward easily, as if there is an invisible barrier ahead that makes them afraid. Occasionally, a few giant pythons muster up the courage to take a step forward, but quickly retreat. Their hearts are full of contradictions and fears. A slightly larger giant python musters up the courage to rush forward, but as soon as it approaches the range of the mysterious force, it is forced back by an invisible pressure. Its body trembles even more violently, and it emits a low roar, as if conveying fear to its companions. Several small giant pythons around it also tremble. They huddle together, seemingly seeking comfort and protection from each other, and their former might is completely gone.

Lin Yu and Li Qiang seize this rare opportunity and unhesitatingly increase the intensity of their attacks. Lin Yu tightly holds the Taichu Divine Sword, and the sword body shines with a sharp light, echoing the golden radiance emitted by the runes. The two lights intertwine, forming a strange and powerful aura, as if erecting a flag of victory in this swamp, declaring their counterattack to all the darkness and evil. His sword qi becomes even sharper and more powerful. Every time he swings his sword, there is a howling wind, as if it can tear the air apart, making a "hissing" sound. The sword qi is like an invisible but extremely sharp blade, with an indomitable momentum, heavily slashing on the tough bodies of the giant pythons. Although the scales of the giant pythons are hard, under this sharp sword qi, they are cut open one after another, leaving deep wounds. Blood splashes everywhere, and the thick python blood stains the surrounding swamp muddy water red, emitting a strong fishy smell that fills the air and makes people want to vomit. The giant pythons let out painful roars, and the sound echoes in the swamp, full of fear and despair. Those screams are like the mournful songs of their approaching death. Some giant pythons struggle desperately in pain, trying to escape this terrifying attack, but they are blocked by other giant pythons and can only bear the torture of the wounds in place. A wounded giant python rolls in the mud, splashing a large amount of muddy water. Blood keeps gushing out from its wounds, staining the surrounding muddy water red. Its eyes are full of pain and despair, and it looks at the sky helplessly, as if praying for relief. Its body twitches in the mud, and every struggle makes the wound tear wider, and the blood stains a large area of the surrounding muddy water red.

Li Qiang manipulates the ice element more exquisitely. 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 having a conversation with the ice laws between heaven and earth. Every syllable contains powerful power. The surrounding temperature drops sharply, and the muddy water in the swamp begins to freeze rapidly. Layer after layer of ice spreads rapidly at a visible speed. Li Qiang firmly freezes the lower bodies of several giant pythons in the swamp. The ice layer is crystal-clear, glistening with a cold light under the illumination of the rune light, but it is extremely hard, like being cast from steel. Those giant pythons are trapped in the ice layer and struggle desperately. Their thick bodies twist in the ice layer, and the splashed muddy water is instantly frozen again, forming ice pillars, as if they are the witnesses of their struggle. The movements of the giant pythons are severely restricted, and they can only emit angry roars in place. The voice is full of unwillingness. Hatred shines in their eyes, but they can no longer pose a fatal threat to Lin Yu and Li Qiang. The situation of this battle has undergone a startling reversal, and the balance of victory begins to tilt towards Lin Yu and Li Qiang. They see the hope of getting out of this terrifying swamp. The ice layer gets thicker and thicker, trapping the giant pythons tightly. Their struggles gradually become weak, and they can only make dull impact sounds, announcing their failure in this swamp that is gradually being shrouded in light. And Lin Yu and Li Qiang, in the light and the dawn of victory, are ready to face new challenges. They look at each other, their eyes full of the joy of surviving the disaster and the expectation for the future. They still hold their weapons tightly, ready to deal with any possible new crisis at any time.