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Chapter 95 The Third Test
"Hmph, since we are here, let's go in and have a look!" Ye Yang decided, walking towards the castle with firm steps.

There is a dark passage at the door of the castle, with guards in black robes standing on both sides, with cold masks on their faces and green flames flashing in their eyes.

"Who is coming?" a guard asked in a deep voice.

"I am Ye Yang, from the human world, here to accept the test." Ye Yang replied neither humble nor arrogant.

The guards exchanged meaningful looks, then the black-robed guard nodded, and the guard at the door stepped aside to make way for Ye Yang.

"A brave man in the human world, the test of the Castle of the Dead is no small matter. I hope you can survive." The guard's warning had a strange tone, as if it contained some unknown secret.

Ye Yang took a deep look at the guard, and then stepped into the dark passage.

The light inside the castle was dim, and the air was filled with a smell of mold, dampness and decay.

On the walls, mottled candlelight danced, casting strange shadows.

He continued to move forward, his voice echoing in the empty corridor, and with every step he took, the tension in his heart increased.

Ye Yang knew that the test in the Castle of the Dead would not be a simple battle. Every step here could be a trial of the soul.

At the end of the corridor, a huge stone door slowly opened, revealing a spacious hall.

In the center of the hall, there is an ancient altar with a black crystal ball placed on it, with a faint blue light shining in the crystal ball.

Ye Yang walked towards the altar, and he could feel the powerful energy contained in the crystal ball.

However, the moment he was about to touch the crystal ball, the entire hall suddenly shook, and a powerful force burst out from the altar.

"Rumble!" There was a loud noise, and a huge shadow rose from the altar. It was a terrifying existence composed of countless resentful souls and evil spirits.

Its eyes revealed a deep and cold light, staring at Ye Yang.

"Brave Ye Yang, is your soul strong enough to withstand endless pain and despair?" The existence said in a low and hollow voice, full of the melody of death.

Ye Yang held the Tianshi Sword tightly and felt the power of thunder in his body.

He knew that the test this time was the soul. The strength of the soul was related to whether he could pass the test of the Castle of the Dead, and it was also a test of his own will.

"The fire of my soul will light up the way forward." Ye Yang was not afraid, his voice was as firm as iron.

As Ye Yang finished speaking, the entire Castle of the Dead seemed to be responding to his challenge.

Electricity flashed in the air of the Castle of the Dead, as if in response to his courage.

The shadow of the resentful evil spirit in front of him began to move slowly, its shape was constantly changing, and every change seemed to torture the viewer's soul.

"Come on, show your strength." Ye Yang said challengingly, while his heart was prepared.

The shadow of the evil spirit let out a harsh roar, and then turned into a powerful force of death energy and rushed towards Ye Yang.

Ye Yang swung the Heavenly Master Sword, and the tip of the sword burst out with thunderous force, striking hard with the shock wave.

"Boom!" The two energies collided in the center of the hall, making a deafening sound.

In the collision of light and shadow, Ye Yang felt that his power of thunder was fighting against the evil power of the Castle of the Dead.

This is a battle of souls invisible to the naked eye, in which only the truly strong can survive.

In the cold hall of the Castle of the Dead, Ye Yang looked extremely lonely. When the shadow of the evil spirit announced the beginning of the battle with its terrifying roar, Ye Yang knew that this was not only a physical war, but also a struggle and struggle deep in the soul.

"Boom!" Along with the roar of thunder, Ye Yang's Heavenly Master Sword clashed with the death energy, and the pressure in the air reached its peak in an instant.

Thunder and lightning intertwined with the power of darkness, making a harsh creaking sound, as if two worlds collided.

Ye Yang felt unprecedented pressure. His soul seemed to be tightly held by invisible hands. The power of resentment and despair tried to erode his will and make him sink.

But an unyielding flame burned in his heart, and the power of Wu Lei Tian's resolve boiled in his body. His figure was like lightning, drawing bright tracks in the darkness.

"The fire of my soul will never be extinguished!" Ye Yang shouted and poured all his strength into the Tianshi Sword.

The sword shines like a dragon, and thunder and lightning wrap around it.

Ye Yang slashed with his sword, and the power of the sky thunder combined with the sword intention, turning into a bright thunder and lightning sword energy, heading straight towards the shadow of the evil spirit.

Wherever that power went, all the resentful evil spirits collapsed and dissipated as if they had encountered natural enemies.

"Ahhh!" The evil spirit's shadow let out a heart-rending scream. Its shape became distorted in the thunder and lightning sword energy, but it did not retreat and instead attacked Ye Yang more ferociously.

Ye Yang's eyes were determined. He felt that the power of the thunder in his body was approaching its limit, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to take a step back.

At this time, with a thought in his mind, he took out the Pangu fragment from his arms.

His spiritual consciousness merged with it, and the fragment instantly emitted a dazzling light, turning into a towering mountain and rolling waves.

In the waves, there is the image of a giant beast, roaring in front of those dark forces, showing shocking power.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A series of onomatopoeia accompanied by the obstruction of mountains and the impact of waves. Those dark forces seemed to have encountered a natural barrier and were blocked one by one. The roar of the giant beasts was heard in the space of the Castle of the Dead. It echoed in the air, causing the surrounding ghost shadows to flee in all directions.

The shadow of the evil spirit was slightly insignificant in front of this power, and a trace of panic flashed in its cold eyes.

But it was obviously unwilling to admit defeat, and it gathered the dark energy around it.

It turned into a whirlwind of death that was more ferocious than before, trying to swallow everything.

Ye Yang stood in the storm, his body almost torn apart by the wild force.

But his eyes were burning with more fierce fighting spirit, and he knew that this was the moment of decisive battle.

"Never retreat!" He shouted lowly, and the power of thunder and lightning in his body echoed the power released by the Pangu fragments, forming a huge protective barrier.

The death whirlwind crashed crazily outside the barrier, making bursts of roaring sounds, but it could not break through Ye Yang's thunder and lightning barrier.

At the same time, Ye Yang began to counterattack. Every step he took was accompanied by thunder, and every sword carried the power of breaking through the air.

"Strengthen the sky thunder!" Ye Yang roared and unleashed his most powerful attack.

The thunder and lightning merged with the sword energy, turning into a brilliant ray of light that pierced the core of the evil spirit's shadow.

In the face of this force, the dark energy of the Evil Shadow began to disintegrate, and its form became more and more unstable. Finally, it let out a tragic roar and completely collapsed.

As the shadow of the evil spirit dissipated, the entire Castle of the Dead began to shake, as if it felt the disappearance of some kind of binding force.

(End of this chapter)