Ye Chen and the others stood before the door that emitted a mysterious light. The atmosphere around was quiet and eerie. In the dim light, the door towered to the top, like a barrier separating life and death. The complex and ancient patterns on the door seemed to be the veins of mysterious power, faintly flickering with a subtle light, as if telling the secrets sealed by time. On the surrounding walls, moss was mottled and water droplets slowly dripped, making a crisp sound, which was exceptionally clear in this dead silent space. The damp air was filled with a decayed smell, mixed with the faint fluctuation of mysterious energy, unconsciously casting a layer of depressive haze over people's hearts. Ye Chen took a deep breath and slowly reached out his hand. The moment his fingertip lightly touched the cold and restrictive door, a powerful and violent force suddenly rebounded. Ye Chen was hit hard and his entire body was forcefully knocked back several steps. "This door has such a powerful restriction!" Ye Chen steadied himself, his face as solemn as frost. His gaze was fixed on the mysterious door, his mind filled with countless thoughts. Everyone looked at each other, the panic in their eyes spreading like ripples. The already taut nerves were now on the verge of breaking. "Everyone together, push this door open with all our strength!" Ye Chen suppressed the unease in his heart and shouted loudly. His voice echoed in this spacious space, carrying an unquestionable determination. Everyone nodded in agreement, and a spark of hope reignited in their eyes. They quickly adjusted their positions and exerted their respective spiritual energy. In an instant, various colors of light interwove together, like brilliant fireworks, dazzlingly bright. The spiritual energy converged into a powerful force, surging towards the door. However, the mysterious door remained motionless, as if an eternal mountain, indifferently resisting everyone's efforts. Ye Chen's brows were tightly knitted, like tangled mountains. His gaze shifted back and forth between the door and everyone, his mind racing, thinking of countermeasures. Just then, the surrounding space suddenly distorted, as if being wantonly kneaded by an invisible giant hand. A group of black shadows slowly emerged from the darkness. Their figures were erratic, as illusory as ghosts. A阴森气息 emanated from them, like a cold tide, rapidly spreading to every corner, freezing one's marrow. "Be careful. These are probably evil spirits guarding this place!" Ye Chen's voice carried extreme vigilance. These black shadows didn't hesitate for a moment and instantly swept towards everyone like a black storm. Ye Chen's figure flashed like an arrow leaving the bow, taking the lead to meet this evil wave. The long sword in his hand swung out, bringing up sharp sword auras. Each sword aura was like a brilliant meteor, crossing the dark void, carrying Ye Chen's endless anger and determination. But these evil spirits were extremely agile. Their figures twisted and flickered in the air, easily avoiding Ye Chen's attacks. Each evasion was just right, as if they could predict Ye Chen's sword moves in advance. Ye Chen's heart sank, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. "These evil spirits are quite powerful. We can't be careless." He warned himself in his heart. He took a deep breath and exerted an advanced spiritual skill, "Spiritual Light Flash". In an instant, the sword body instantly burst into a dazzling light, like the scorching sun in the sky, shining brightly. This light illuminated the dark corners and also revealed the hideous faces of the evil spirits. Wherever the light reached, the evil spirits all let out painful roars. The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate one's soul. But they didn't retreat. Instead, they were enraged by this light and charged towards Ye Chen even more frantically. Under the siege of the evil spirits, Ye Chen gradually felt powerless. His breathing began to become rapid and each swing of the sword became increasingly heavy. The attacks of the evil spirits were like dense raindrops, leaving him overwhelmed. There were several deep wounds on his body and blood gushed out, staining his clothes. "Am I going to die here today?" A glimmer of despair flashed through Ye Chen's heart, like a lightning in the darkness, instantly illuminating the fear deep in his heart. But at this critical moment, a sudden glimmer of inspiration flashed in his mind, like a ray of dawn in the darkness. "I can't give up like this. I have to break through!" Ye Chen's eyes rekindled a strong fighting spirit, a kind of determination not to submit to fate. He endured the pain, closed his eyes tightly, concentrated his mind, and felt the flow of the spiritual energy within his body. At this moment, in his world, there was only the surging spiritual energy, like a turbulent river, impacting his meridians. Under the immense pressure at the verge of life and death, the spiritual energy within Ye Chen began to run wild. There were waves of intense pain in the meridians, as if being pierced by thousands of steel needles. But he gritted his teeth, blue veins popping up on his forehead, and sweat pouring down like rain. His body trembled slightly, but his hands tightly held the long sword, not willing to slacken in the slightest. Finally, the spiritual energy converged in his dantian, forming a powerful vortex. This vortex frantically absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy, continuously growing stronger. Ye Chen only felt an unprecedented force surging up in his heart, as if his body was about to be burst by this force. He shouted loudly: "Break!" A powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy burst out from within his body, like a terrifying tsunami, instantly blasting the surrounding evil spirits away. The figures of the evil spirits were like withered leaves in the wind before this powerful force, fragmented. Taking this opportunity, Ye Chen's figure was like lightning, swinging the sword and making consecutive strikes. Each sword strike carried a fatal determination and endless rage. The evil spirits dissipated one after another under his sword, turning into wisps of black smoke and disappearing into the air. After dealing with the evil spirits, Ye Chen panted, his chest heaving violently. His gaze was tired but firm, looking at the still closed door. "No matter what is hidden behind you, I will find out!" Ye Chen's voice was hoarse but filled with the courage to forge ahead. He dragged his wounded body and once again walked towards the mysterious door.