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The shadow slowly removed his mask, revealing a pale yet handsome face, with a wicked smile curling at the corners of his mouth, reminiscent of a cunning fox finally showing its fangs.
He cast a disdainful glance over the crowd, his eyes cold as frost, like a high-and-mighty Monarch looking down upon a swarm of ants. "The Heart of the Puppet Master is mine to claim. Anyone who dares to obstruct me will be met with merciless death!" His voice was not loud, yet it thundered in the hearts of everyone present, sending chills down their spines.
Before his words had fully settled, his subordinates surged forward like hungry wolves, launching a fierce attack on the crowd. Their movements were synchronized, clearly honed through countless hours of training, each strike imbued with lethal intent.
The members of the shadow faction were all exceptionally skilled; they moved swiftly and struck ruthlessly, like phantoms weaving through the throng. The weapons in their hands glimmered ominously as they harvested fresh lives. Each attack sliced through the air with the sound of wind, akin to the scythe of death cutting mercilessly through the atmosphere.
"Ah!" The cries of despair echoed like the mournful wails of night owls within the ruins, chilling and desperate, resembling a symphony from hell that sent shivers down one's spine.
Xuan Yang's expression darkened; he knew that a fierce battle was inevitable. In that moment, his blood surged with adrenaline, and determination sparkled in his eyes.
With a thought, ten Shadow Puppets materialized instantly, like black phantoms tracing eerie arcs through the air as they lunged at the members of the shadow faction. These Shadow Puppets seemed to be extensions of Xuan Yang's will; every movement radiated strength and resolve.
The Shadow Puppets deftly evaded enemy attacks, leaping and rolling through the air like dancers while constantly harassing their foes, distracting them like a swarm of bothersome mosquitoes. They appeared behind enemies one moment and beneath their feet the next, making it difficult for anyone to defend against them.
Qu Si Yang also unleashed her defensive ability; a golden light enveloped her and Xuan Yang like an inverted giant bowl, shielding them from enemy assaults. This golden glow shone like a beacon of hope in the darkness, providing warmth and a sense of security. The light flickered continuously, each flash accompanied by waves that seemed to clash fiercely against incoming attacks.
However, the strength of the shadow faction members far exceeded what anyone had anticipated. They coordinated seamlessly, launching relentless waves of attacks that crashed against Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang's defenses like relentless tides. Their strikes came like a torrential storm—dense and ferocious—leaving little room for breath.
Though Xuan Yang's Shadow Puppets were agile, their numbers were limited. Gradually succumbing to the overwhelming onslaught, their brilliance began to dim as if they might vanish at any moment.
Qu Si Yang's defensive ability was formidable but could not withstand every assault. Her complexion grew increasingly pale as beads of sweat formed on her forehead; it was evident she was nearing her limit. Gritting her teeth, she fought to maintain the protective barrier without letting it shatter.
"Damn it! How are these guys so strong?" one Trialist exclaimed in frustration, terror etched across his face as his body trembled uncontrollably. His voice was filled with despair and helplessness, as if he had been pushed to the brink.
At that moment, the shadow struck. He sneered coldly as if everything was under his control.
In an instant, he vanished from sight like a specter and reappeared before Xuan Yang. The dagger in his hand darted toward Xuan Yang's heart like a viper's strike—swift as lightning and brutally lethal, clearly aiming for a fatal blow.
Xuan Yang's heart raced; he quickly sidestepped to evade but was still too late—the dagger sliced through his clothing, leaving a crimson mark on his chest. Blood gushed forth instantly, staining his garment in a shocking display.
“Xuan Yang!” Qu Si Yang exclaimed, quickly unleashing a stronger defensive ability. A golden flame enveloped both Xuan Yang and the shadow, reminiscent of a phoenix rising from the ashes. This flame was intense and dazzling, as if it could incinerate everything in its path.
The shadow was pushed back by the flames, his expression dark as ink. He hadn’t anticipated that Qu Si Yang possessed such formidable defensive powers, which instilled a sense of threat within him.
“Damn it!” the shadow cursed angrily, launching another attack. A glint of madness flickered in his eyes, clearly indicating that he had been provoked.
This time, he held nothing back and unleashed his full strength. His figure moved like a wraith through the flames, and the dagger in his hand struck like a viper's tongue, continuously targeting Xuan Yang. Each strike was accompanied by a sharp wind that sent chills down one’s spine.
Xuan Yang felt an unprecedented pressure; he realized that if he didn’t fight with all his might, he might die here. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he focused intently and exerted all his energy to control the Shadow Puppet. His eyes sparkled with determination—a desire for life and an unwavering commitment to victory.
Suddenly, he felt a powerful force surge within him, erupting like a volcano and breaking through his body, filling him with strength. It was a sensation he had never experienced before, as if he had been reborn into a new self.
The number of his Shadow Puppets skyrocketed in an instant—from ten to twenty, then thirty—until it reached an astonishing fifty! It was nothing short of a miracle, hard to believe.
Fifty Shadow Puppets surged like a black tide, surrounding the members of the shadow faction, resembling grim reapers harvesting vibrant lives. They flew through the air and darted across the ground, omnipresent and unyielding.
The shadow's expression changed drastically; he hadn’t expected Xuan Yang to possess such overwhelming power. This strength filled him with fear and despair.
He realized that he was no longer a match for Xuan Yang. A flicker of resolution crossed his eyes as if he had made a decision.
Grinding his teeth, he turned to flee. His figure vanished like a wraith from everyone’s sight in an instant.
“Think you can escape? Not so easily!” Xuan Yang sneered, commanding the Shadow Puppets to pursue him. His voice brimmed with confidence and dominance, as if he had already seized control of the situation.
The shadow disappeared into the depths of the mist, vanishing from view like a ghost.
Xuan Yang did not chase after him; he knew it wasn’t yet time for a final confrontation with the shadow faction. Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, he understood that he needed to find the Puppet Master’s heart first to enhance his strength before ultimately defeating the shadow faction and protecting his village and family. This was his mission and his responsibility.
He turned to Qu Si Yang and asked, "Are you alright?" His voice was filled with concern and tenderness.
Qu Si Yang shook her head and replied, "I'm fine, just a bit exhausted." Her voice, though weak, was filled with determination.
Xuan Yang nodded and said, "Let's rest for a moment to regain our strength before we search for the Puppet Master's heart." A resolute light flickered in his eyes, a glimmer of hope for the future and a thirst for victory.
Qu Si Yang nodded and sat cross-legged on the ground, beginning to regulate her breathing. A faint glow emanated from her, the manifestation of her abilities working to help her recover her strength.
Xuan Yang also sat down cross-legged, starting to meditate. He too radiated a soft light, his Shadow Puppet guarding him.
Suddenly, the ruins began to tremble violently, as if an earthquake had struck. The ground shook, the walls quivered, and stones from above started to fall; it felt as though the entire structure was about to collapse.
"What’s happening?" Qu Si Yang exclaimed, her voice filled with fear and unease.
Xuan Yang's expression darkened as he sensed a powerful force emanating from deep within the ruins. It felt like a slumbering dragon awakening, carrying an aura of destruction.
The malevolent energy sent chills down his spine. It was an oppressive force that made it feel as if the world itself was on the brink of collapse.
He stood up and said urgently, "We need to get out of here! It's going to cave in!" His voice was laced with anxiety and decisiveness.
Qu Si Yang also stood up and followed Xuan Yang as they rushed toward the exit of the ruins. Their figures appeared particularly small in the crumbling structure.
Just as they were nearing the exit, the top of the ruins suddenly collapsed, blocking their way out. Massive stones fell like meteors from the sky, crashing down with a deafening roar.
"What do we do?" Qu Si Yang asked anxiously. Her voice was filled with despair as if she could already see the shadow of death looming over them.
Xuan Yang's face grew serious as he scanned their surroundings and noticed a crack in the wall. The fissure stood out starkly amidst the trembling ruins.
He approached the crack and pushed against it with all his might. To his surprise, it slowly opened up, revealing a passageway that seemed to lead to another world.
"Let's go!" Xuan Yang said, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness.
He took Qu Si Yang's hand and stepped into the passage. Qu Si Yang followed closely behind him, her palms slick with sweat, yet she clung tightly to Xuan Yang's hand as if it were her only lifeline.
The passage was narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. The walls on either side were uneven and jagged, as if something had gnawed at them, creating a chilling atmosphere.
Xuan Yang led the way while Qu Si Yang trailed behind. They moved cautiously, each step feeling like they were walking on the edge of a knife, their nerves stretched to the breaking point.
The passage was long and dark, so dim that they couldn't see their hands in front of their faces. The silence around them was profound, with only the sound of their footsteps and breathing echoing in the stillness.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang treaded carefully, fearful of triggering any traps. Their nerves were taut like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps approaching from a distance, growing clearer and closer, like an invisible hand tightening around their throats.
Someone was coming! Who was it? Friend or foe?
Was it someone from the Shadow faction? Had they caught up to them?
Or… could it be other Trialists? Were they also here searching for the heart of the Puppet Master?
Xuan Yang's heart raced in his chest as he gripped Qu Si Yang's hand tighter, his palms clammy with sweat. His breathing quickened, and his heart pounded faster, as if it might leap from his chest at any moment.
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