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Outside the valley, a dark mass loomed, as if the gates of hell had swung open.
Countless soldiers clad in black armor surged forth, wielding sharp blades and wearing menacing expressions, like a tidal wave crashing down.
Their presence was cold and sinister, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression that sent chills down one’s spine. “Damn, is that really over a thousand of them?” Xuan Yang thought to himself, astonished. This was far more formidable than the encounter with the Lord of Shadows.
Previously, the Lord of Shadows had at least sent out some bizarre creatures to assist in battle; now, these soldiers appeared to be ordinary humans, yet their murderous aura was even more chilling than those monsters. He felt a slight sweat forming on his palms and licked his cracked lips. “Prepare for battle!” Lu Zhiyuan commanded. His voice was deep yet filled with strength, instilling an inexplicable sense of security.
Amidst the raging storm, it felt like seeing a towering lighthouse. Everyone drew their weapons, ready for the impending clash. The air crackled with the glint of blades and the shimmer of staffs; arrows were drawn back, and a palpable tension filled the atmosphere.
The once fresh air in the valley now brimmed with an oppressive sense of urgency. Xuan Yang took a deep breath and silently recited an incantation. Behind him, Black Shadow surged like rolling ink, swiftly transforming into menacing Puppet Masters that let out silent roars.
These Puppet Masters bore grotesque faces and bared fangs, resembling Evil Spirits from hell that instilled fear in all who beheld them. Damn it, let’s go for broke! His gaze sharpened as he commanded the Shadow Puppets to charge at the enemy. He knew this battle would be one of life and death.
The fight was about to erupt; cries of battle shook the heavens. The clashing of metal rang out alongside screams and roars, intertwining to form a brutal symphony of war. The Shadow Puppets darted through enemy lines like phantoms, each swing claiming multiple lives.
Black Shadow soared through the ranks of foes like Death wielding a scythe, reaping lives indiscriminately. Xuan Yang controlled the Puppet Masters while observing the battlefield for weaknesses in the enemy's formation.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he remained intensely focused, not daring to relax for even a moment.
Qu Si Yang was equally undeterred; she shouted sharply as golden light enveloped her, forming an impenetrable Energy Shield that protected herself and her nearby companions.
This golden Energy Shield resembled a massive eggshell, securely enclosing everyone within. Her defensive capabilities grew stronger against fierce attacks; the more intense the enemy's assault, the more resilient her Energy Shield became.
Golden light flickered, like a celestial being descending from the heavens to protect this land. The leaders of other villages displayed their unique abilities; some manipulated plants to form vines and thorns, blocking the enemy's advance. Thick vines coiled around the enemies like giant pythons, while sharp thorns pierced their armor, causing blood to splatter.
Others summoned flames and lightning, bombarding the foes with relentless fury; fireballs streaked across the sky like meteors, and lightning danced like silver serpents, devouring the enemies. Some wielded sharp blades, charging into the enemy ranks to engage in close combat; amidst flashing blades and flying flesh, they resembled tigers descending from the mountains, unstoppable in their ferocity. The battle was exceptionally intense, with both sides blinded by rage.
In the valley, blades flashed and blood flew, with screams echoing endlessly. The air was thick with a strong smell of blood that made one feel nauseous. The ground was piled high with corpses, stained red with blood.
Although Xuan Yang's Shadow Puppets were numerous, the enemy outnumbered them even more, each one fearless and charging forward relentlessly as if they knew no fatigue. They surged like a tide, wave after wave, seemingly endless.
Damn it, this won't do! He felt anxious; he had to find a way to turn the tide of battle. He sensed his spiritual energy rapidly depleting; if this continued, he might not last much longer.
Suddenly, he noticed a figure in a black cloak standing quietly at the back of the enemy formation, observing the battle. Though hidden beneath the cloak, Xuan Yang recognized him at once—it was the Shadow! A chilling aura emanated from beneath that cloak, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, sending shivers down his spine.
The Shadow! He was still alive! A shock ran through Xuan Yang, a cold dread creeping from his feet to his head. He hadn’t expected that the Shadow had survived and was lurking in the shadows controlling this battle. His gaze fixed on that figure, filled with anger and hatred.
He had to eliminate the Shadow! Only by getting rid of him could he completely dismantle the enemy's offensive. He knew that the Shadow was key to this battle; as long as he was removed, victory could be within reach. With this thought in mind, he no longer hesitated and commanded all his Shadow Puppets to charge towards the Shadow.
Damn it, this time I will take you down! He roared within himself, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He poured all his spiritual energy into the Shadow Puppets, urging them to unleash their strongest power.
The Shadow Puppets surged towards the Shadow like a black tide, moving as fast as lightning. They raced across the battlefield like black leopards, unstoppable in their momentum. The Shadow seemed to sense danger; he slowly raised his head, and beneath his cloak, Dual Eyes glimmered with a chilling light.
Those eyes were like demons from hell, filled with evil and cruelty. Just then, an unexpected change occurred. A massive black vortex suddenly appeared above the valley—Vortex Center—and a powerful evil aura erupted forth like a volcanic explosion, sweeping across the entire valley. This aura was far more potent than that of the Lord of Shadows, carrying a terrifying force capable of annihilating everything and instilling fear in everyone present.
This aura felt like it came from a demon of despair and destruction. It pressed down on everyone’s nerves, making them feel suffocated. "Not good; it's an even stronger enemy!" Lu Zhiyuan exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with fear and unease.
A heavy silence fell over the crowd as they realized disaster was upon them. They had not anticipated that, in addition to the Shadow Force, an even more formidable enemy lurked in the shadows. This power far exceeded their imagination, leaving them in a state of despair.
What could this possibly be? Could this be the impending crisis that Lu Zhiyuan had spoken of?
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