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Wu Cheng's sneer became more piercing in the cold air, and his eyes revealed an unfathomable evil. He slowly approached Su Jianyang, each step accompanied by a threatening aura.
"Su Jianyang, you will never succeed," Wu Cheng's voice was deep and full of confidence, "Give up! The power I bring is irresistible! It comes from the origin of this universe, even the laws of this physical world! You cannot defeat me!" His tone was filled with arrogance and contempt.
Su Jianyang's face was solemn, and although his body was tortured by pain, his eyes still revealed an unyielding will. He knew that facing the Wu Cheng controlled by an unknown force, he had almost no chance of winning. But even so, his heart was still filled with the determination to resist.
"I... will never give up," Su Jianyang struggled to say these words, his voice filled with determination and courage. "No matter what power you are... even if you are the beginning of the universe... I will not let you succeed!"
Wu Cheng sneered and laughed as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. His eyes sparkled with an inhuman light, a reflection of unfathomable dark power. "Brave, but futile," Wu Cheng's voice grew deeper, as if coming from another world, "You will witness the birth of a new era, one dominated by me!"
Suddenly, Wu Cheng rushed forward again, this time grabbing Su Jianyang by the neck, lifting him high in an attempt to strangle him. He burst into maniacal laughter, but Su Jianyang smiled. When Wu Cheng felt puzzled, he suddenly noticed that the Black-faced god Mazu pendant on Su Jianyang's neck was missing.
Wu Cheng's crazy attack continued, his fingers tightly gripping Su Jianyang's throat, Su Jianyang's face began to turn pale, and breathing became difficult. However, Su Jianyang's smile did not disappear, but instead became more determined.
Just as Wu Cheng felt he had the upper hand, he suddenly felt a powerful, divine power emanating from Su Jianyang's hands. This power came from the blessing of Black-faced god Mazu, carrying a strong sense of holiness.
Su Jianyang's palm slammed hard towards Wu Cheng, and his palm began to emit a faint blue light, like burning sacred flames. This power gradually invaded Wu Cheng's body, causing him extreme pain and torment.
Wu Cheng's maniacal laughter turned into a scream, and his fingers began to loosen, freeing Su Jianyang's throat. However, this sacred power continued to spread within Wu Cheng's body, making him feel engulfed by a flame-like light.
In the end, Wu Cheng could not bear the devastation of this force, and his palm burst into bright blue sparks before vanishing into nothingness. Su Jianyang then fell from a height, landing on the ground, panting for breath but still alive. Wu Cheng sat on the ground, trembling, his eyes becoming vacant as if he had just experienced a terrible nightmare. He touched his palm, finding no trace of injury, but he understood that he had just undergone extreme mental torment.
Su Jianyang tightly grasped the pendant of Black-faced god Mazu, feeling the sacred power at his fingertips. This pendant had become his only hope. He hurried to Wu Cheng's side, instantly raising the gun in his hand, aiming it at Wu Cheng with a voice full of urgency and vigilance, needing to confirm Wu Cheng's true condition.
"Are you Wu Cheng? Or are you a demon controlled by some lunatic?" Su Jianyang's voice was full of questions and unease. He knew this confrontation was full of unknown factors, and Wu Cheng's situation was even more mysterious.
Wu Cheng felt dizzy, his thoughts in disarray. He didn't know what had just happened. He only remembered being in a dark interrogation room, oppressed and tortured. And the next moment, he found himself back in this desolate place, his body seemingly more abnormal.
His head throbbed with intense pain, as if it had been ravaged by some powerful force, but he couldn't recall the details, only chaotic fragments remained.
"It's me... What good deed have I done again..." Wu Cheng's voice was filled with confusion and self-blame, his face turning pale. Clearly, he didn't understand what he had experienced or why he had become like this.
Su Jianyang hesitated for a moment, still aiming his gun at Wu Cheng, but at the same time, he felt a hint of sympathy. This former friend and colleague had now become a stranger controlled by an unknown force. He knew the situation was complex, and unraveling all of this mystery might require more understanding.
Su Jianyang said to Wu Cheng in pain, his voice filled with sadness and helplessness.
"You just... I don't know what possessed you. You were in the interrogation room, you killed witch Li, and then you killed Yang Jing..." Su Jianyang paused, unable to conceal his pain.
Upon hearing these words, Wu Cheng stared in disbelief, his face contorted with confusion and inner torment. He was unwilling to believe that he could do such a thing, let alone that he had killed witch Li and Yang Jing.
He trembled, feeling a surge of immense anger and self-blame in his heart. His hands shook uncontrollably, and as he looked at them, he realized they had turned into the hands of a murderer, stained with the blood of the innocent.
The chaos and inner torment of Wu Cheng made it difficult for him to accept reality. He didn't know what sins he had committed to bring about all this. He felt he had embarked on an irreversible path, and the evil presence controlling him had now made him the chief culprit.
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