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Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang sprinted desperately toward the village.
The trees around them blurred past, and the wind howled in their ears, urging them to go faster.
Flames lit up half the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell, as if an invisible giant hand was choking their throats.
"What on earth happened?" Xuan Yang thought anxiously, quickening his pace. His heart raced violently in his chest, as if it were about to burst out.
Qu Si Yang followed closely behind, her face tense and silent, brows furrowed with worry and urgency evident in her eyes.
They dashed through the dense woods and over golden fields, finally catching sight of the village. The once peaceful and serene place had now turned into a sea of fire.
The sight before them left them stunned.
The village had been engulfed by raging flames; the once cozy homes lay in ruins, a scene of devastation where charred walls stood stark against the fiery backdrop.
Villagers fled in all directions, their cries and screams intertwining to create a hellish tableau, the air thick with despair and fear.
"Shadow! Damn it!" Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, knowing that this chaos was caused by the Shadow. A fierce anger burned within him, wishing he could tear the Shadow to pieces.
He suddenly stopped, and Qu Si Yang halted beside him, looking at him in confusion.
"What’s wrong?" Qu Si Yang asked urgently, her voice trembling slightly.
"There's an ambush! What the hell?" Xuan Yang's gaze sharpened as he scanned their surroundings, an ominous premonition rising within him, as if an invisible net was closing in on them.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of black-clad figures surged from all directions, surrounding them like demons crawling out of hell, exuding a suffocating aura of menace.
These figures moved with agility, their cold eyes revealing they were no ordinary villagers. The blades in their hands glinted ominously in the firelight, sending chills down their spines.
"Who are you?" Qu Si Yang demanded fiercely, her voice filled with anger and caution.
The black-clad figures did not respond; instead, they launched their attack with ferocity akin to hungry wolves pouncing on prey.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang stood back to back, bracing themselves for a fight to the death.
Xuan Yang's mind stirred, and the Shadow Puppet materialized, like a loyal guardian, engaging in a fierce battle with the cloaked figures. Blades clashed and glimmered as they exchanged blows, the scene exceptionally intense.
Qu Si Yang wielded her Long Whip with the agility of a serpent, repelling the approaching assailants. The whip danced through the air, creating a series of sharp sounds as it cut through.
The battle raged on, flames illuminating their agile forms, sweat soaking their clothes. Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang gradually felt their strength waning, their breaths becoming increasingly labored.
"We can't keep this up; we need to break through! Damn it!" Xuan Yang exclaimed, urgency lacing his voice.
"Okay!" Qu Si Yang nodded, her eyes filled with determination, showing no hesitation.
The two of them worked in perfect harmony, searching for an opportunity to escape, like trapped beasts seeking a way out of their encirclement.
Suddenly, Xuan Yang felt a sharp pain in his back, as if seared by raging fire.
He turned to see a dagger piercing his back, blood instantly staining his clothing.
"Xuan Yang!" Qu Si Yang cried out in alarm, rushing to his side, her eyes filled with worry and fear.
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth against the pain, transforming the Shadow Puppet into a shield to block the attack from the cloaked figure. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Go!" Xuan Yang shouted to Qu Si Yang, his voice tinged with weakness.
"I'm not leaving!" Qu Si Yang shook her head, her eyes brimming with concern. How could she abandon Xuan Yang to escape alone?
"Listen to me, go now! I can hold on for a bit longer!" Xuan Yang urged again, his tone resolute.
Qu Si Yang hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded and turned to run towards the village outskirts, tears blurring her Dual Eyes.
Xuan Yang watched her retreating figure with a heavy heart, knowing he might never see her again. A wave of sorrow surged within him.
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself; he knew he had to fight until the end—to protect the village and safeguard Qu Si Yang.
He summoned the Shadow Puppet once more and engaged in a desperate struggle against the cloaked figures, his silhouette appearing particularly tragic amidst the flames.
His movements grew slower, his body weaker, as blood continued to flow from his wounds, staining the ground red.
He knew he could barely hold on any longer; the world around him began to blur.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out.
"Stop!"
The Old Village Chief, Lu Zhiyuan, appeared as if descending from the heavens.
Behind him followed a group of villagers, armed with various weapons—hoes, wooden sticks, kitchen knives. Their eyes were resolute, filled with anger and courage.
"Who are you? How dare you attack our village!" Lu Zhiyuan roared, his voice brimming with authority.
The men in black did not respond but continued their assault on Xuan Yang, like bloodthirsty demons focused solely on slaughter.
Seeing this, Lu Zhiyuan quickly directed the villagers to join the fight, and a chaotic battle ensued.
With the villagers' help, Xuan Yang felt some relief; he could finally catch his breath.
Seizing the opportunity, he summoned the last bit of strength within him and unleashed Reverse Control. A powerful force erupted from his body.
The weapons in the hands of the men in black suddenly turned against themselves, as if manipulated by an invisible power.
One by one, they fell to the ground, groaning in pain amidst the chaos.
Lu Zhiyuan approached Xuan Yang with concern. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Xuan Yang shook his head, feeling that his body had reached its limit and could collapse at any moment.
"You've worked hard," Lu Zhiyuan said, patting Xuan Yang on the shoulder with a look of gratitude in his eyes.
Suddenly, one of the men in black crawled up from the ground like a dying beast and lunged at Lu Zhiyuan.
"Be careful!" Xuan Yang exclaimed, quickly pushing Lu Zhiyuan aside and using his own body to block the attack.
The dagger in the assailant's hand plunged into Xuan Yang's chest, blood gushing forth.
Xuan Yang's vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground, his consciousness fading.
"Xuan Yang!" Lu Zhiyuan cried out in anguish, his voice filled with despair.
The villagers surged forward, subduing the attacker, their eyes ablaze with fury.
Lu Zhiyuan cradled Xuan Yang in his arms, tears streaming down his face. He never expected that Xuan Yang would sacrifice himself to save him, and his heart was heavy with grief and guilt.
Suddenly, he noticed a faint glow emanating from Xuan Yang's chest, like the dawn of hope.
The light grew brighter, eventually enveloping Xuan Yang completely, resembling a massive Light Cocoon.
Xuan Yang's body began to float gently, and miraculously, his wounds healed as if by divine intervention.
His eyes slowly opened, filled with strength, as if reborn from the flames.
He had awakened!
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