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Su Jianyang climbed step by step onto the altar. The crack in front of him gradually widened, as if it were a gateway to another world. His heart pounded rapidly, each step filled with tension and danger. Wu Cheng's hands seemed to summon some unknown power, and the light shining through the crack grew stronger, as if it could release an unpredictable disaster at any moment.
There was no time to think too much; he knew he had to act immediately. His pistol fired rapidly, the bullets in the magazine were quickly depleted, and the casings scattered on the ground. Wu Cheng, however, seemed completely unaware, completely focused on his ritual.
Su Jianyang felt a glimmer of hope in his despair, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the shattered talisman water bottle. Though it only contained a little talisman water, it was his only chance. He tightly gripped the bottle and exerted all his strength to hurl it towards Wu Cheng. The bottle traced an arc in the air, and every drop of talisman water that splashed seemed to carry sparks of hope.
The talisman water bottle struck Wu Cheng's body, emitting a faint cracking sound. In that instant, Wu Cheng's attention was interrupted, and his body suddenly trembled, his mouth frozen in an evil smile. A flash of light disappeared in the crack, followed by a violent tremor.
Su Jianyang felt a strong force surging in the air, and the air around the altar seemed to solidify in an instant. As the vibration and light disappeared, an ominous silence descended. Su Jianyang stared at Wu Cheng, only to see his body gradually losing balance and falling backward. The power of the talisman seemed to have an effect on him, breaking his control.
Su Jianyang was in turmoil, unsure if this meant that the evil presence within Wu Cheng had been dispelled, or if it was just temporarily suppressed. He quickly moved forward to check on Wu Cheng's condition, while remaining vigilant for potential dangers around him.
Wu Cheng lay on the ground, his expression changing from madness to confusion. He muttered to himself, seemingly struggling against some inner voice. Su Jianyang approached cautiously, trying to determine if Wu Cheng still showed signs of self-awareness.
At this moment, the surrounding townspeople also seemed to be affected. Their movements became sluggish, their eyes vacant. The once hostile gazes now appeared empty and lifeless, as if the controlling force had been lost.
Su Jianyang rushed to the fallen Wu Cheng, gripping his collar tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on Wu Cheng's, searching for any sign of his soul's presence. However, all he saw were empty, lifeless eyes, as if all the light of life had long been lost. Wu Cheng's gaze was cold, dead, as if an abyssal Darkness had swallowed everything.
Despair hit Su Jianyang like a heavy hammer to the chest. He realized that the Wu Cheng before him was no longer the person he once knew, now just a shell controlled by evil forces.
Suddenly, Wu Cheng let out a sharp scream, the sound piercing the night like a blade. Su Jianyang felt a sharp pain erupt in his ears, forcing him to release his grip and step back. He clutched his ears, feeling dizzy and in pain.
At that moment, Su Jianyang realized that he could no longer save Wu Cheng through conventional means. His heart was filled with helplessness and anger, but he knew he had to act quickly to stop the situation from worsening. The evil presence within Wu Cheng seemed to be plotting something bigger, and Su Jianyang had to find a way to end it.
Su Jianyang's heart was in turmoil, but his determination never wavered. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions, preparing to face whatever might happen next. He knew that this battle would be one of the most difficult challenges of his life. Su Jianyang stood firm again, despite still hearing Wu Cheng's screams in his ears, his will as strong as iron. He knew that now was not the time to retreat; the fate of the entire Qing Town and the justice he held in his heart relied on this moment's decision.
His gaze locked once again on Wu Cheng. Wu Cheng's face appeared twisted and sinister in the moonlight, as if an evil force was running rampant within him, completely burying his original appearance and soul. Wu Cheng had a crazed smile on his lips, a smile that sent shivers down one's spine.
Wu Cheng suddenly rushed towards Su Jianyang, who, despite being prepared, was still knocked down by the sudden attack from Wu Cheng, a mixture of shock and pain. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if all the air had been forcibly squeezed out of his body. The cold sensation of the ground and Wu Cheng's attack left him momentarily confused.
Wu Cheng stood in front of him, his eyes filled with rage and madness. A wicked smile hung on his lips, as if he were enjoying Su Jianyang's pain. Su Jianyang struggled to stand up, feeling a sharp pain as Wu Cheng's blows almost rendered him immobile. Wu Cheng's strength was unusually powerful, each blow seeming to crush his bones. Su Jianyang tried to resist, but it was extremely difficult under Wu Cheng's frenzied attack.
Wu Cheng's eyes were filled with rage and distortion, his fists continuously raining down on Su Jianyang. Each blow carried immense anger and power, as if to completely crush Su Jianyang. Su Jianyang's breathing became increasingly difficult, and he felt his consciousness starting to blur.
At this critical moment of life and death, Su Jianyang was filled with an unwavering determination. He would not allow himself to fall here; he had unfinished missions and people to protect. Su Jianyang gritted his teeth, pushed Wu Cheng with all his strength, and quickly got up from the ground.
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