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The black vortex, resembling the gaping maw of an abyss, slowly opened, exuding an oppressive aura that made it hard to breathe. The air around seemed to solidify, heavy enough to suffocate. The gentle breeze in the valley had turned into a violent gale, as if countless vengeful spirits were howling, swirling fallen leaves and dust into small tornadoes.
A chill more sinister and malevolent than shadows surged from the vortex, sweeping across the entire valley. This presence carried the coldness of hell, instantly freezing the moisture in the air and forming a thin layer of frost throughout the valley. Xuan Yang could even feel this aura attempting to invade his body, corroding his soul, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
"What... what the hell is this?!" Xuan Yang couldn't help but curse, feeling his breath becoming labored, his heart pounding violently as if it would leap from his chest. He instinctively tightened his grip on his weapon, sweat beading in his palms.
This power far exceeded any enemy he had faced before, even stronger than the Lord of Shadows by several times. The overwhelming pressure felt like a mountain pressing down on him, nearly suffocating him. He felt like a tiny ant facing an oncoming juggernaut, filled with a sense of helplessness.
Fear surged within him like a tidal wave, almost consuming him. He struggled to control his emotions, reminding himself not to panic, but his body trembled uncontrollably.
"This is bad; it's a stronger enemy! Damn it, why are they coming again?!" Lu Zhiyuan's face changed dramatically, his voice filled with terror and unease. His already wrinkled face twisted further, resembling gnarled tree bark.
Having lived so long, he had never encountered such formidable power. This force surpassed his understanding and filled him with profound despair. He even began to doubt whether all his previous efforts had been in vain.
A chill ran through everyone present as dread spread among them like wildfire. Each person felt an unprecedented weight pressing down on them.
They had not anticipated that there were even stronger enemies lurking in the shadows beyond the forces of darkness. This sudden turn of events completely disrupted their plans and left them in a passive position.
This power was like a demon from hell, filled with destruction and despair. It loomed over each person's heart like a massive shadow, suffocating them.
Could this be the crisis Lu Zhiyuan had spoken of? Would all their efforts ultimately turn to nothing?
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, striving to remain calm. He took a deep breath, attempting to steady his frantic emotions. He knew that fear would only make him weaker and more powerless.
He had to pull himself together; he needed to find a way to confront the looming crisis. He could not give up; he had people to protect and unfinished missions ahead.
Taking another deep breath, he focused all his attention on the enemy before him. He carefully observed the changes in the black vortex, trying to find any sign of weakness within it.
The black vortex continued to expand, as if it aimed to swallow the entire world. Its spinning grew faster and faster, emitting a haunting howl that resonated like a hungry beast greedily devouring everything around it.
In the center of the vortex, a vague figure slowly emerged. It was tall and imposing, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. It resembled an ancient deity, radiating endless majesty and power, looking down upon everything in the world.
The face was indistinct, but the overwhelming malice emanating from it was palpable. This malice pressed against everyone’s nerves like a tangible force, making them feel breathless. It was as if invisible spikes were piercing their hearts, sending waves of pain coursing through them.
“What... what kind of monster is this?!” Xuan Yang's heart was filled with confusion and fear. This power surpassed his understanding, leaving him feeling utterly powerless. He felt like a small boat facing towering waves, ready to capsize at any moment.
He didn’t know how to respond or how to protect himself and those around him. All he could do was grip his weapon tightly, preparing for battle.
“Everyone be careful! This thing is incredibly sinister!” Lu Zhiyuan shouted urgently, warning everyone to get ready for combat. His voice was filled with anxiety and concern, but more than that, it carried a sense of determination.
He knew that a fierce battle was inevitable. He understood that they were about to face an immensely powerful enemy. Yet he did not falter because he knew he had to fight—to protect himself and those around him.
The group drew their weapons, standing ready for the confrontation. Blades flashed, staffs shimmered, arrows were nocked; a chilling atmosphere enveloped them. They resembled warriors preparing to charge into battle, filled with resolve and fighting spirit.
In the valley, the once fresh air was now thick with tension and oppression. The scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, as if a cataclysmic battle could erupt at any moment.
The figure within the black vortex became increasingly clear. It was a mysterious figure clad in a black robe with a hood obscuring its face. It resembled a messenger from hell, bringing with it an aura of death as it descended upon the mortal realm.
Its features were hidden beneath the hood, rendering its appearance indistinguishable. Yet the aura radiating from it conveyed its strength and malevolence—like a demon from hell, filled with destruction and despair.
“You will all become my sacrifices!” The mysterious figure spoke slowly, its voice deep and hoarse, akin to the whispers of a demon from the abyss. The voice carried an unusual power that seemed capable of penetrating one’s soul, instilling profound fear.
“Damn it, stop with the theatrics! I’m not afraid of you!” Xuan Yang shouted angrily as he commanded Shadow Puppet to charge at the mysterious figure. The fire of rage within him blazed fiercely.
He was filled with anger and defiance. He did not want to become anyone’s sacrifice; he only wished to protect himself and those around him. He felt like an enraged lion, brimming with the desire to fight.
Shadow Puppet surged toward the mysterious figure like a tide of darkness, moving with lightning speed. They darted across the battlefield like black phantoms, emitting wails reminiscent of ghostly cries.
The mysterious figure let out a cold snort and extended his hand, gently waving it. A beam of black light shot from his palm, instantly shattering all the Shadow Puppets. That light was like the scythe of death, reaping all life in its path.
The Shadow Puppets dissipated in the air as if their threads had been severed by a sharp blade. They resembled a group of punctured balloons, losing all their strength in an instant.
Xuan Yang felt a jolt of shock within him; he realized he was facing an unprecedented foe. The power of this mysterious figure far exceeded his imagination. He felt like a mere mortal standing before the vastness of the starry sky, filled with insignificance and helplessness.
He had to find a way; he needed to discover the opponent's weakness. He could not give up just like that; he had to keep fighting.
At that moment, he sensed a force awakening within him. This power came from deep within his heart, from the depths of his soul.
It was the Resonance of Shadows!
In that instant, his golden finger finally awakened!
A powerful force surged from his body, sweeping across the entire valley in an instant. That power erupted like a volcanic explosion, unstoppable and overwhelming. It surged forth like a torrential flood, breaking through all obstacles.
Xuan Yang felt his body brimming with strength, as if he could control everything. He felt like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, filled with vitality and hope.
He raised his head and looked at the mysterious figure, his eyes filled with confidence and determination. He resembled a warrior ready to embark on a journey, brimming with courage and resolve.
"Come on! Show me just how strong you really are!"
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