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Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang sprinted desperately towards the village.
The trees around them rushed past, and the wind howled in their ears, as if urging them to quicken their pace.
The flames painted half the sky red, thick smoke billowed, and the air was filled with a sharp, burnt smell that felt like an invisible hand tightening around their throats.
"What on earth happened?" Xuan Yang thought anxiously, pushing himself to run even faster, his heart pounding violently in his chest as if it might burst out.
Qu Si Yang followed closely behind, her face tense and silent, brows furrowed, her eyes filled with worry and urgency.
They dashed through the dense woods and across golden fields, finally catching sight of the village in its entirety. The once peaceful and serene village had now turned into a sea of flames.
The sight before them left them stunned.
The village was engulfed in raging fire; the once cozy houses had collapsed into ruins, debris scattered everywhere. The broken walls and remnants looked particularly sinister in the glow of the flames.
Villagers were fleeing in all directions, cries and screams intertwining to create a scene reminiscent of hell on earth, with despair and fear hanging thick in the air.
"Shadow! Damn it!" Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, knowing that this was all the work of Shadow. A fierce anger burned within him, wishing he could tear Shadow to shreds.
He suddenly stopped, and Qu Si Yang halted beside him, looking at him in confusion.
"What’s wrong?" Qu Si Yang asked urgently, her voice trembling slightly.
"There's an ambush! What the hell?" Xuan Yang's gaze sharpened as he scanned their surroundings. A sense of foreboding rose within him, as if an invisible net was closing in on them.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of men in black surged from all directions, surrounding them like demons rising from hell, exuding a suffocating aura of menace.
These black-clad figures moved with agility and had cold expressions; they were clearly not ordinary villagers. The blades in their hands glinted ominously in the firelight, sending chills down their spines.
"Who are you?" Qu Si Yang demanded sharply, her voice filled with anger and caution.
The men in black did not respond but launched their attack directly, fierce as hungry wolves.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang stood back to back, bracing themselves for a fight to the death.
Xuan Yang's mind raced as the Shadow Puppet materialized, appearing like a loyal guardian, engaging in a fierce battle with the cloaked figures. The clash of blades and the glint of steel filled the air as they exchanged blows in an intense struggle.
Qu Si Yang wielded her Long Whip with the agility of a serpent, striking down any approaching assailants. The whip danced through the air, creating a series of sharp cracks that echoed like thunder.
The fight was exceptionally fierce, with flames illuminating their agile silhouettes. Sweat soaked their clothes, and both Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang began to feel their strength waning, their breaths growing more labored.
"We can't keep this up; we need to break through! Damn it!" Xuan Yang exclaimed, urgency lacing his voice.
"Agreed!" Qu Si Yang nodded, her eyes filled with determination, showing no sign of hesitation.
The two worked in perfect harmony, searching for an opportunity to escape, like trapped beasts seeking a way out of their enclosure.
Suddenly, Xuan Yang felt a searing pain in his back, as if he were being burned by fire.
He turned to see a dagger thrust deep into his back by one of the cloaked figures, blood instantly staining his clothes.
"Xuan Yang!" Qu Si Yang gasped, rushing to his side, her eyes filled with concern and fear.
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth against the pain, transforming the Shadow Puppet into a shield to block further attacks from the assailants. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Go now!" Xuan Yang shouted at Qu Si Yang, his voice tinged with weakness.
"I won't leave you!" Qu Si Yang shook her head, worry etched across her face. How could she abandon Xuan Yang to escape alone?
"Listen to me, go! I can hold on for a bit longer!" Xuan Yang urged again, his tone resolute.
Qu Si Yang hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded and turned to run towards the Village Outskirts, tears blurring her Dual Eyes.
Xuan Yang watched her retreating figure with a heavy heart, knowing he might never see her again. A wave of sorrow washed over him.
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself; he knew he had to fight until the end—to protect the village and safeguard Qu Si Yang.
He summoned the Shadow Puppet once more and engaged in a desperate battle against the cloaked figures, his silhouette appearing particularly tragic amidst the flames.
His movements grew slower, his body weaker, as blood continuously flowed from his wounds, staining the ground red.
He knew he could barely hold on any longer; the world around him began to blur.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out.
"Stop!"
The Old Village Chief, Lu Zhiyuan, appeared as if descending from the heavens.
Behind him followed a group of villagers, armed with various weapons—hoes, wooden sticks, kitchen knives. Their eyes were resolute, filled with anger and courage.
"Who are you to dare attack our village?" Lu Zhiyuan roared, his voice resonating with authority.
The men in black did not respond; they continued their assault on Xuan Yang, like bloodthirsty demons fixated only on slaughter.
Seeing this, Lu Zhiyuan quickly directed the villagers to join the fight, and a chaotic battle ensued.
With the villagers' help, Xuan Yang felt some relief from the pressure; he could finally catch his breath.
Seizing the opportunity, he summoned the last bit of strength within him and unleashed Reverse Control. A powerful force erupted from his body.
The weapons in the hands of the men in black suddenly turned against them, as if manipulated by an invisible force.
One by one, they fell to the ground, groaning in pain, creating a scene of utter chaos.
Lu Zhiyuan approached Xuan Yang and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Xuan Yang replied with a shake of his head, feeling that his body had reached its limit and could collapse at any moment.
"You've worked hard," Lu Zhiyuan said, patting Xuan Yang on the shoulder with a look of appreciation in his eyes.
Suddenly, one of the men in black crawled up from the ground like a dying beast and lunged at Lu Zhiyuan.
"Be careful!" Xuan Yang exclaimed, quickly pushing Lu Zhiyuan aside and using his own body to block the attack.
The dagger in the assailant's hand plunged into Xuan Yang's chest, blood gushing forth.
Xuan Yang's vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground, his consciousness fading.
"Xuan Yang!" Lu Zhiyuan cried out in anguish, his voice filled with despair.
The villagers surged forward, subduing the attacker, their eyes ablaze with fury.
Lu Zhiyuan cradled Xuan Yang in his arms, tears streaming down his face. He never expected that Xuan Yang would sacrifice himself to save him, and his heart was heavy with grief and guilt.
Suddenly, he noticed a faint glow emanating from Xuan Yang's chest, like the dawn of hope.
The light grew brighter, eventually enveloping Xuan Yang completely, resembling a massive Light Cocoon.
Xuan Yang's body began to float gently, and miraculously, his wounds healed as if by divine intervention.
His eyes slowly opened, filled with strength, as if reborn from the flames.
He had awakened!
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