Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

The evil leader was now suffering an unprecedentedly severe blow. His body was swaying violently, as if on the verge of collapse at any moment. The once - powerful aura was rapidly ebbing away like a receding tide, leaving him in a state of utter debilitation. He was like a guttering candle in the wind, its flame struggling desperately against the tempest, so faint that it seemed on the verge of extinction.

From afar, the once - arrogant evil leader now resembled a withering flower. In the past, he had been so vibrant and full of vitality that everyone trembled in his presence. But now, all that brilliance had vanished, replaced by a dismal gloom. His face was haggard, his eyes devoid of their former luster, filled with profound despair and helplessness. A trickle of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, slowly trickling down his chin and splattering onto the ground, forming shocking blood - blossoms.

His body quivered slightly, each tremor sending a jolt of excruciating pain through him, yet he stubbornly refused to yield. Perhaps it was a lingering sense of unwillingness, or perhaps just an instinctive will to survive that kept him hanging on in this desperate situation. However, no matter how hard he tried, his impending doom was inevitable.

One couldn't help but gasp in horror when looking at his face again. It was deathly pale, ghastly as a ghost, completely drained of all color. The skin that should have been full of life and vitality now took on an ashen hue, as if all the life force had been sucked out.

In particular, his eyes were like a stagnant pool of water, filled to the brim with indescribable fear and despair. They were empty and vacant, as if the man had plummeted into a bottomless abyss of darkness, where no glimmer of hope for escape could be found, no matter how much he struggled.

This sense of despair was like a pair of cold and ruthless hands belonging to the Grim Reaper, tightly gripping his throat, making every breath an arduous struggle. As time slipped by unnoticed, his life was gradually ebbing away under this overwhelming pressure, on the verge of complete extinction at any moment.

He was acutely aware that he was now in a desperate situation. All the advantages and power he once possessed had vanished like a receding tide, leaving no possibility of reversing the situation. However, deep within his heart, an intense and almost fanatical will to survive still burned tenaciously, like the last faint flicker of a flame struggling against a raging storm, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment, yet refusing to die out.

This last glimmer of hope seemed to be the only driving force left in his body, compelling him to attempt an escape from this terrifying place. Without hesitation, he started running desperately, leaving behind his former haughty and arrogant demeanor. His face was now etched with nothing but panic and despair.

His figure darted through the darkness like a startled bird, losing all sense of direction as he fled instinctively. His once - neat and luxurious clothes were now in disarray, smeared with dirt and grass. His hair, like a wild thatch, fluttered wildly as he ran. He gasped for breath, his breathing as ragged as a bellows, and every step he took seemed incredibly heavy.

The once - imposing and arrogant figure was now replaced by a panicked anddiscomfited fugitive. He was like a stray dog with no place to go, scurrying around in the wilderness without a care for his surroundings, driven solely by the desire to put as much distance as possible between himself and this terrifying place.

How could Lin Yu allow him to escape justice and live in ignominy? At that moment, a resolute and intimidating light suddenly flashed in Lin Yu's eyes, as deep as a pool of water. It was like a dazzling meteor streaking across the night sky, illuminating the entire dark world in an instant.

At this moment, Lin Yu was like a just and majestic god descending from the clouds. Holding the scepter of justice and righteousness in his hand, he was about to pass the final judgment on the evildoer who had committed heinous crimes and was now trying to escape punishment. His tall and upright figure exuded an unparalleled aura that inspired awe.

In the blink of an eye, before anyone could react, Lin Yu's figure disappeared like a ghost. His speed was so astonishing that it left people gaping in disbelief, as if he had transcended the boundaries of time and space.

In the next instant, Lin Yu suddenly appeared in front of the evil leader as if out of thin air, without any warning. It was as if he had been lurking in the air, waiting for this crucial moment.

He stood as straight as a pine tree, exuding an invisible aura of intimidation that made people reluctant to look directly at him. The Taichu Divine Sword in his right hand was particularly eye - catching, its blade glinting with a cold light, as if containing boundless power and mystery.

At this moment, the Taichu Divine Sword was firmly pressed against the evil leader's throat. Its sharp tip was like the cold and ruthless sickle of the Grim Reaper, glinting with a terrifying light. Wisps of cold air continuously emanated from the tip of the sword, quickly spreading out to form a bone - chilling current that rushed straight towards the evil leader.

Faced with this immediate threat, the evil leader couldn't help but tremble all over. His eyes widened in terror, and he clearly felt death approaching him at an alarming pace. With each passing moment, the fear deepened, eventually consuming his entire being.

At this moment, Lin Yu stood like an iceberg, his expression as cold as frost, sending chills down one's spine. His deep eyes sparkled with a cold light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, but devoid of any warmth, only endless coldness and determination.

His tall and sturdy body emitted a powerful aura of intimidation, like surging waves, spreading out in all directions. Wherever it reached, the air seemed to solidify, making it difficult to breathe, and causing hearts to race involuntarily.

He slightly parted his lips, and the words that came out were as cold as if they had emerged from the depths of the underworld, completely devoid of emotion. Each word was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the enemy's heart.

"Your heinous deeds end here!" These words echoed in the air, lingering for a long time. Each word seemed to carry an endless amount of dignity and power, like a divine decree that could not be defied. It was like the final ultimatum and ultimate judgment issued to the forces of evil, causing the evil leader's soul to tremble involuntarily under this imposing might.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable, the evil leader still refused to accept his fate. A fierce obsession and madness welled up in his heart. His eyes widened, filled with a wild and deranged look, as if his mind had been completely taken over by a demon from the depths of hell. However, Lin Yu showed no hesitation or mercy towards such a vicious person. With a firm grip on the Taichu Divine Sword in his right hand, he gave it a sudden and powerful swing. In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the extremely sharp blade shot forward like a meteor streaking across the pitch - black night sky. Its speed was so fast that it was almost beyond imagination, leaving people breathless.

With a soft "swish," the Taichu Divine Sword, with irresistible force, instantly sliced through the evil leader's neck. His hideous head rolled off his body as easily as a ripe fruit, and blood spurted out, staining the ground. The strike was clean and decisive, as effortless as reaping a ripe crop.

With the evil leader's body crashing to the ground, the members of the once - high - spirited evil forces were immediately thrown into chaos. They watched in horror as their leader was decapitated, and fear and despair quickly spread among them. Like a flock of sheep that had suddenly lost their shepherd, they were completely disoriented, losing all courage and determination to continue the fight. Panic and helplessness were etched on each of their faces, as if their souls had been emptied, leaving only empty shells.

Then, a panicked shout echoed across the battlefield: "Run! We can't win!" And so, this motley crew began to scatter in all directions, each one looking like a frightened bird, desperate to escape this battlefield filled with the stench of death and boundless fear. Some people pushed and shoved in their haste, while others dropped their weapons and ran for their lives. In an instant, the battlefield was filled with dust, and cries of panic and despair filled the air.

At this moment, the coalition forces seized this fleeting opportunity and launched a final, fierce and decisive attack without hesitation. They charged forward like an unstoppable tempest, with overwhelming force. Their offensive was as fierce as the autumn wind sweeping away the withered leaves, leaving the evil forces no chance to catch their breath.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the sounds of intense fighting. Swords and blades clashed, and spells flashed brightly. Each impact and explosion sent up billows of dust. However, as time passed, the deafening cries of battle gradually subsided and finally ceased.

In their place, deafening cheers erupted from the coalition forces' camp. These cheers were like a surging tide, wave after wave, filled with boundless joy and pride, soaring towards the sky. They echoed and reverberated, as if announcing this great victory to the whole world.

After numerous arduous battles, the coalition forces finally managed to defeat the once - rampant evil forces. It was like the break of dawn, when the sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, dispelling the darkness that had long shrouded the realm of cultivation. At this moment, the light of justice shone upon the land, bringing long - awaited peace and tranquility to the world.

The once - desolate land began to burst with vitality. Flowers and trees revived and thrived, clear streams flowed gurgling, playing a cheerful melody. Birds, beasts, insects, and fish became active again, enjoying this hard - won peace and harmony. The entire realm of cultivation seemed to be reborn, filled with hope and vitality everywhere.