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chapter-2287

2287 Loss

[Hexagram of Heaven and Earth].

The battlefield erupted into a maelstrom of elemental fury. Fire blazed, metal clashed, the earth quaked, plants surged, water crashed, ice crackled, the wind howled, and lightning struck with relentless force. The eight elements, summoned by Fuxi's final spell, roared to life, each one transforming into a towering elemental creature. The attacker, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, found himself besieged by these powerful manifestations of nature's wrath.

"What formation is this!!?!"

Chaos engulfed the cave as the elemental beings closed in on the assailant.

Emery's consciousness, still tethered to the memory, was jolted by a sudden shift. To his astonishment, he felt himself being pulled away from Fuxi's perspective. His awareness soared, leaving the sage's dying body and slipping into Damo's lifeless form, hidden on the cave floor.

From this new vantage point, Emery witnessed the sheer might of Fuxi's spell. The cosmos grand magus, despite his overwhelming power, was forced onto the defensive, battered by the relentless assault of the elemental creatures.

For a fleeting moment, it seemed as though Fuxi's final stand might succeed. The once-dominant attacker was pushed to the brink, his defenses crumbling under the onslaught. But as the battle raged on, Emery could sense the inevitable.

Fuxi's soul, drained of its last reserves of strength, began to fade.

The Eastern Sage, defiance until the very end, finally fell before Emery's eyes, his soul dissipating into the ether, leaving behind nothing but a faint echo of his final resolve.

Unfortunately, Fuxi's final attempt to protect Damo did not go unnoticed. The attacker, sensing the remnants of the sage's will lingering within the young monk, advanced with deadly intent.

Just as he was about to obliterate the last vestiges of Fuxi's spirit, the ground beneath them trembled violently. It was as if the entire forest had suddenly awakened, driven by some ancient force.

Roots burst from the earth, wrapping themselves around Damo's body in a protective cocoon. The trees bent and swayed, their branches reaching down as if to shield him from harm. The ground itself seemed to come alive, pulling Damo downwards, deep into the safety of the earth.