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Outside the valley, a dark mass loomed, as if the gates of hell had swung wide 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 shivers down one’s spine. “Damn, this number... could it be over a thousand?” Xuan Yang thought to himself, astonished. This display was far greater than what they faced against the Lord of Shadows before.
Previously, the Lord of Shadows had at least sent out some bizarre creatures to assist; now, these soldiers appeared to be mere ordinary humans, yet their murderous aura was far 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 low yet filled with power, instilling an inexplicable sense of security.
Amidst the raging storm, it felt like seeing a towering lighthouse. Everyone drew their weapons, standing ready for the impending conflict. The glint of blades and swords flashed, staffs sparkled, and arrows were nocked; a palpable atmosphere of hostility enveloped them.
The once fresh air in the valley now brimmed with a tense pressure. Xuan Yang took a deep breath, silently reciting incantations as dark shadows swirled behind him like rolling ink, quickly transforming into menacing Puppet Masters that emitted silent roars.
These Puppet Masters bore grotesque faces and bared fangs, resembling demons 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 clash of combat erupted with a thunderous roar. The sounds of clashing metal, screams of agony, and furious shouts intertwined to form a brutal symphony of war. The Shadow Puppets darted through the enemy ranks like phantoms, each swing claiming multiple lives.
The dark shadows danced among the foes like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, reaping lives mercilessly. Xuan Yang controlled the Puppet Masters while keenly observing the battlefield for any weaknesses in the enemy's formation.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he remained intensely focused, not daring to relax for even a moment.
Qu Si Yang was equally unyielding; with a fierce shout, she radiated a golden glow that formed an impenetrable shield around herself and her companions.
This golden shield resembled a massive eggshell, firmly protecting everyone within. Her defensive abilities grew stronger with each fierce attack from the enemies; the more intense their assaults became, the sturdier her shield grew.
Golden light flickered, as if a celestial being had descended to protect this land. The leaders of other villages displayed their unique powers; 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 spatter.
Others summoned flames and lightning, bombarding the foes relentlessly; fireballs streaked across the sky like shooting stars, and lightning danced like silver serpents, consuming the enemies. Some wielded sharp blades and charged into the enemy ranks, engaging in close combat; the clash of swords and the spray of blood made them seem like fierce tigers descending from the mountains, unstoppable in their ferocity. The battle was extraordinarily intense, with both sides blinded by rage.
In the valley, flashes of blades and sprays of blood filled the air with continuous screams. A strong smell of blood permeated the atmosphere, making one feel nauseous. The ground was piled high with corpses, blood staining the earth.
Although Xuan Yang's Shadow Puppets were numerous, the enemy outnumbered them even more, each one fearless and charging forward 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 think of a way to turn the tide of battle. He sensed his spiritual energy was depleting rapidly; if this continued, he feared he wouldn't last much longer.
Suddenly, he noticed a figure cloaked in black standing quietly at the rear of the enemy ranks, observing the battlefield. Though hidden beneath the cloak, Xuan Yang recognized him at once—it was Shadow! A chilling aura emanated from beneath that cloak, reminiscent of a venomous snake's flicking tongue, sending shivers down his spine.
Shadow! He was still alive! Xuan Yang was taken aback as a wave of coldness surged from his feet to his head. He hadn't expected Shadow to survive and remain hidden, manipulating this battle from the shadows. He fixed his gaze on that figure, filled with anger and hatred.
He had to eliminate Shadow! Only by doing so could he completely dismantle the enemy's offensive. He understood that Shadow was key to this battle; if he could take him out, he could change everything. With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated and commanded all his Shadow Puppets to charge toward Shadow.
Damn it, this time I will take you down! He roared inwardly, 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 toward Shadow like a black tide, moving as fast as lightning. They raced across the battlefield like black leopards, unstoppable in their momentum. It seemed that Shadow sensed the danger; he slowly raised his head, and beneath his cloak, Dual Eyes glimmered with a ghostly cold 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; from its center erupted a powerful evil aura that swept through the entire valley like a volcanic eruption. This aura was far stronger than that of the Lord of Shadows, carrying a terrifying power capable of destroying everything and instilling fear in everyone present.
This aura felt like a demon from the abyss, filled with despair and destruction. It pressed down on everyone's nerves, making them feel suffocated. "This is bad; it's an even stronger enemy!" Lu Zhiyuan exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with fear and unease.
Everyone's heart sank as they realized disaster was imminent. They had not anticipated that, in addition to the Shadow Forces, there was an even more powerful enemy lurking in the shadows. This force far exceeded their imagination, leaving them feeling hopeless.
What could this possibly be? Could this be the crisis that Lu Zhiyuan had spoken of, one that was about to arrive?
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