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Xuan Yang suddenly opened his eyes, his heart racing wildly.
A dream? It felt terrifyingly real, the deep-seated despair still sending chills down his spine.
He lay on the cold stone platform, the dilapidated temple silent around him. Only the moonlight filtered through the broken openings, illuminating the crumbling walls and statues, casting mottled shadows that mirrored his chaotic thoughts.
Lu Zhiyuan appeared beside him at some point, a hint of relief on his face. "You're awake?"
Xuan Yang sat up, rubbing his temples. The fear and despair from the dream lingered in his mind, refusing to fade. "I just..."
"You had a long dream," Lu Zhiyuan interrupted him, his tone somber. "A dream about your past, present, and future."
Xuan Yang fell silent, knowing exactly what Lu Zhiyuan meant. He had dreamt of his experiences after becoming the Puppet Master, of battling the Shadow Force, of Qu Si Yang's body growing cold in his arms, blood staining his clothes... Those painful memories surged like a tide, nearly drowning him; the suffocating agony made it hard to breathe.
"Now, you are truly the Puppet Master," Lu Zhiyuan's voice broke through his thoughts again, carrying a weight of seriousness.
Xuan Yang lifted his head to look at Lu Zhiyuan, confusion filling his gaze. "But I feel..." He sensed that the power within him hadn’t changed; it was still as it had been before, lacking the world-shattering strength from his dream.
"I know you have many questions, but now is not the time for those," Lu Zhiyuan interrupted again, his expression turning grave. "Something has happened in the village."
Xuan Yang's heart sank as an ominous premonition washed over him. The village? Could it be that the shadows had already...
He sprang to his feet and followed Lu Zhiyuan out of the ruined temple to the village entrance. The sight before him left him speechless with shock; a chill shot from his feet to the top of his head.
The village lay in ruins—houses collapsed, fields barren—everywhere were signs of battle. Broken walls and scorched earth littered the landscape, and a strong smell of blood filled the air, reminiscent of a hell on earth.
Villagers gathered at the entrance, each face marked with fear and trembling like startled birds. The cries of children, the wails of women, and the sighs of elders intertwined to create a mournful symphony.
"What happened?" Xuan Yang grabbed a villager by the shoulder, urgency lacing his voice with a tremor.
"It was the shadows..." The villager stammered, eyes wide with terror. "The shadows attacked the village..."
Xuan Yang's heart tightened, a surge of anger igniting within him. The Shadow! He actually dared to…
He raised his head and gazed into the distance, where a dark figure stood atop a peak at the Village Outskirts, resembling a demon from hell, overlooking the entire village. The Black Cloak billowed in the wind like a flag waved by the Grim Reaper.
That was the Shadow.
“Xuan Yang, you finally arrived,” the Shadow's voice echoed like it came from the Nine Nether Hell, laced with mockery as it reverberated through the valley.
Xuan Yang clenched his fists, his eyes filled with fury and killing intent. He took a deep breath, striving to calm himself; he knew this was not the time for impulsiveness.
“Shadow, why are you doing this?” Xuan Yang's voice was low and hoarse, like that of a wounded beast.
“Why?” The Shadow sneered, its tone dripping with disdain. “Because I want to see just how capable you are, Puppet Master.”
“You're playing with fire!” Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
“Am I?” The Shadow scoffed. “I want to see who will burn themselves.”
As soon as the Shadow finished speaking, it leaped down from the peak like a bolt of black lightning, charging toward Xuan Yang with such speed that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Xuan Yang took a deep breath; he knew an intense battle was inevitable. He summoned the power within him, and the Shadow Puppet materialized behind him, like a loyal guardian protecting its master, radiating a dim glow.
“Come on, Shadow! Let me see just how capable you really are!” Xuan Yang roared as he charged forward, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, filled with unyielding courage.
The two powerful forces collided with an ear-splitting boom that echoed through the valley like thunder, stirring up clouds of dust.
The battle had begun…
The Shadow moved like a wraith, flickering in midair. Each attack carried a sharp killing intent, striking at Xuan Yang’s vital points like the fangs of a venomous snake, aiming to deliver fatal blows.
Xuan Yang relied on the agility of the Shadow Puppet and his Reverse Control ability to maneuver around the Shadow’s relentless assaults, narrowly evading danger time and again.
The battle was exceptionally fierce, with both sides exchanging blows, neither willing to yield. For a moment, it was difficult to determine a victor; the clash of blades and the glint of swords flashed like lightning slicing through the night sky.
Xuan Yang gradually felt his strength waning. The power of the Shadow seemed endless, like an abyss that filled him with despair. This force far exceeded his previous estimates, suffocating him with pressure.
"Is this all you've got, Puppet Master?" The Shadow's tone dripped with mockery. "It seems you're not much after all."
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, knowing he could not give up. He had to defeat the Shadow to protect the village and safeguard Qu Si Yang. For the villagers behind him, for the love in his heart, he had to fight until the end!
At that moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force surging from within him, as if a slumbering dragon had finally awakened, a warm current flowing throughout his body.
His gaze became incredibly sharp, like flames igniting with strength and determination.
"Shadow, you are mistaken." Xuan Yang's voice resonated like an ancient bell, carrying an undeniable authority. "I am the true Puppet Master!"
In an instant, Xuan Yang's figure vanished from sight…
The Shadow was taken aback, an ominous premonition rising within him.
"Where are you?" The Shadow looked around but could not find Xuan Yang’s presence, a hint of panic creeping into his heart.
Suddenly, he felt a powerful force coming from behind…
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