As the battle raged, Mo Tian retreated further into the fortress, his gaze fixed upon the Crimson Altar. The ancient relic glowed with an ominous red light, the air around it vibrating with dark energy. Mo Tian's voice rose in a dark chant, his words summoning ancient forces as he poured his energy into the altar, intent on completing the ritual.
Seeing this, Shenlong realized that they had little time left. He fought his way toward the altar, his eyes blazing with determination. But Mo Tian's guards were unyielding, each one a formidable foe, each one sacrificing themselves to buy their master more time.
"Shenlong!" Yan Mei shouted, her voice piercing through the noise of battle. "We can handle the guards! Go—stop him before it's too late!"
With a nod, Shenlong surged forward, breaking past the last of the guards as he approached the altar. Mo Tian turned to him, his expression twisted with rage and madness. "You think you can stop this? You're nothing but a child playing with forces beyond your comprehension!"
Shenlong's response was swift and resolute. "You've sacrificed countless lives for this power, but today it ends." With the pendant around his neck blazing with energy, he unleashed a torrent of power, challenging Mo Tian head-on.
Their clash was monumental, light against darkness, ancient power against forbidden magic. Shenlong felt the energy of his ancestors guiding him, their strength flowing through him as he faced Mo Tian's overwhelming power. Every strike, every blow, seemed to shake the very foundations of the fortress.