The chamber trembled as Lin Tian and his group stood surrounded by the masked disciples of the Shrouded Veil. The oppressive darkness in the air thickened, and Lin Tian could feel the weight of their energy pressing down on him. These weren't just ordinary disciples—they were the elite, the most powerful warriors of the Shrouded Veil, and they were ready to end his rebellion before it could go any further.
One of the masked figures stepped forward, his presence exuding an aura of crushing power. His voice, distorted by a magic of unknown origin, echoed through the chamber. "You should have stayed hidden in your little sect, Lin Tian. The Shrouded Veil has waited millennia for this moment. Your resistance will not stop us. This world will belong to us once more."
Lin Tian's golden eyes blazed with determination as he stepped forward, his hands clenched into fists. "You may have waited millennia, but your time is up. The realms will never bow to the likes of you."
With a flick of his wrist, Lin Tian summoned the power of his hidden realm. His body crackled with energy as his flames ignited, the golden light reflecting off the chamber's walls. His beasts stirred inside him, ready for battle. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the power that coursed through him.
Yue Ling, standing by his side, drew her sword with fluid grace, her eyes fixed on the enemies before them. "We won't let you succeed," she said fiercely, her voice unwavering. "We will fight until the very end."
Feng Mei, her face grim, prepared her own attacks. "They will not leave this place alive. We will stop them here and now."
Without another word, the masked disciples launched their assault. The battle began in an instant, the clash of spiritual energy reverberating through the chamber. Lin Tian met their charge head-on, his golden flames erupting like a tempest. The heat was unbearable, but the disciples of the Shrouded Veil were no ordinary foes. They weaved through the flames with unnatural speed, their movements almost impossible to track.
The first disciple Lin Tian faced was fast—too fast for most, but not for him. He met the disciple's blade with his own, his spiritual energy flaring as he parried the strike. The disciple grinned behind his mask, clearly impressed by Lin Tian's strength, but Lin Tian's eyes were cold.
"You'll need more than speed to defeat me," Lin Tian muttered, spinning his blade and delivering a devastating counterstrike. The disciple barely managed to block, but the force of Lin Tian's blow sent him stumbling back.
Yue Ling was a whirlwind beside him, her sword flashing as she cut through the disciples with precise strikes. Her movements were seamless, honed by years of training and battle. She was a force to be reckoned with. With every swing of her sword, the disciples faltered, unable to keep up with her grace and speed.
Feng Mei, too, was no less formidable. Her spiritual energy flowed around her like a shield, blocking incoming attacks as she launched counterattacks with deadly accuracy. Her movements were sharp, calculated—each strike a measured blow meant to incapacitate, not kill. But her enemies were relentless, and the room began to fill with the sounds of clashing energy, weapons, and magic.
Lin Tian's focus remained sharp. He was well aware of the stakes—this was not just a fight for their lives, but for the fate of the entire world. The Shrouded Veil's ambitions were too dangerous to be left unchecked.
Suddenly, one of the masked disciples unleashed a wave of black energy, the ground beneath Lin Tian's feet shattering with its force. The blast sent shockwaves through the chamber, throwing him off balance. But before the attack could reach him, the ground beneath his feet cracked open, and from the depths of his hidden realm, his beasts emerged—two large, majestic creatures with scales like polished jade and eyes glowing with fierce loyalty.
The beasts, the Guardian Dragons, leaped into the fray with terrifying speed, their roars shaking the walls. Their massive claws tore through the disciples with ease, their bodies radiating with an aura of raw power. One of the disciples tried to block one of the dragons' strikes, but the beast's tail whipped out, knocking him into the air with a single swipe.
"Impressive," Lin Tian said, watching the scene unfold. His beasts, having transformed into human forms during their dual cultivation, fought with an unrestrained ferocity that matched his own. The connection between them was stronger than ever before, and they fought as one, their movements perfectly synchronized.
The disciples hesitated, realizing that they were facing not only Lin Tian but also the combined strength of his beasts and his allies. But the masked figure in the center, who had yet to reveal his full strength, stepped forward, raising his hands. The temperature in the room plummeted, and dark tendrils of energy surged from the ground, lashing out at Lin Tian and his allies.
"This world is nothing but a tool to further our agenda," the masked figure declared. "Your resistance means nothing. Soon, the ancient beasts will rise, and the realms will be ours to command."
Lin Tian's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, his flames intensifying. "You won't get the chance," he said, his voice full of resolve. "The realms belong to those who protect them. You have no place here."
The masked figure raised his hand, and a massive shadowy figure materialized behind him—a monstrous beast with glowing red eyes and a body wreathed in dark energy. It towered over the entire chamber, its presence overwhelming. Lin Tian felt the very ground tremble beneath the beast's steps.
Yue Ling and Feng Mei paused, their eyes widening at the sight of the beast. "That's… one of the ancient beasts," Yue Ling whispered.
Feng Mei nodded. "It must be one of their creations. It's infused with the same dark energy we've been sensing."
Lin Tian's heart pounded. This was the true power of the Shrouded Veil—a beast born from darkness itself, a being of unimaginable strength. But Lin Tian had no intention of backing down.
With a shout, he surged forward, his flames blazing brighter than ever before. "No matter what beast you summon, it won't be enough to defeat us!"
The Guardian Dragons charged alongside him, their roars shaking the air. The battle was no longer just a clash of disciples—it had become a battle of worlds, a clash of light against the darkness the Shrouded Veil sought to bring into the realm.
The ancient beast let out a guttural roar, its energy crackling as it swung its massive claws at Lin Tian. But Lin Tian was ready. He met the beast head-on, his flames igniting into a roaring inferno as he deflected its attack, sending shockwaves through the air.
"This ends now!" Lin Tian shouted, channeling all of his strength into one final strike. With a devastating slash, he cleaved through the beast's massive form, the golden flames tearing through its body like a hot knife through butter.
But the beast wasn't done. It let out a final, blood-curdling scream before rearing up, preparing to retaliate with everything it had.
Lin Tian's eyes flared with golden light. This wasn't the end—this was just the beginning.