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A flash of white light cut through the air as Qu Si Yang positioned herself in front of Xuan Yang. A faint golden glow enveloped her, forming an impenetrable barrier that deflected all of the shadow's attacks. This golden light was not merely a defense; it was an explosion of energy centered around her, distorting the air and creating visible golden ripples.
“Si Yang!” Xuan Yang's heart tightened, as if gripped by an invisible hand. He had not expected Qu Si Yang to appear at this moment, nor could he have imagined she possessed such formidable power. In this critical moment, her slender figure stood tall like a mountain, shielding him from a fatal blow.
Qu Si Yang remained silent, gritting her teeth as she endured the shadow's onslaught. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down her delicate cheeks, yet she did not even blink. The golden light surrounding her intensified, resembling a volcano on the verge of eruption, radiating brilliant illumination that brightened the dim space around them.
The shadow's attacks grew fiercer, pouring down like a torrential storm. Each impact caused Qu Si Yang's body to tremble slightly, but she stood firm, anchored to the ground like a nail. However, the golden light began to dim, flickering like a candle in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any moment by the encroaching darkness.
“You... you actually...” A flicker of surprise crossed the shadow's eyes; he had not anticipated that this seemingly fragile girl possessed such strong defensive capabilities. He had thought one strike would suffice to eliminate her, yet she had withstood so many attacks.
“I won’t let you harm Xuan Yang!” Qu Si Yang gritted her teeth and declared, her voice weak yet filled with determination. Her gaze was resolute and fearless, as if she would protect Xuan Yang with her life.
“Hmph, you overestimate yourself!” The shadow scoffed and increased his assault. Black energy surged forth like a tide, completely enveloping Qu Si Yang.
Finally, the golden light surrounding Qu Si Yang could no longer hold up; it shattered with a thunderous crash, breaking apart like glass and scattering golden specks across the ground.
The shadow's attack struck Qu Si Yang without hindrance. She let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness.
“Si Yang!” Xuan Yang’s eyes widened in horror as he watched Qu Si Yang fall. Helplessness washed over him, filled with regret and rage. He hated his own weakness for being unable to protect the one he loved.
“Ha ha! Is this your idea of protection? How ridiculous!” The shadow laughed maniacally, his tone dripping with mockery and disdain.
Xuan Yang’s eyes were bloodshot as he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh and blood trickling down between his fingers. The intense pain did nothing to clear his mind; instead, it fueled his anger and desperation.
“I will kill you!” Xuan Yang roared like a wounded beast in a desperate howl. A powerful force erupted from within him; his hair stood on end like an enraged lion, exuding an intimidating aura.
A glimmer of surprise flashed in the shadow's eyes; he had not expected Xuan Yang to unleash such tremendous power. This surge of strength posed a threat that unsettled him.
“Oh? It seems you have some skill after all.” The shadow observed Xuan Yang with interest. “But do you really think this is enough to defeat me?”
Xuan Yang said nothing; he merely fixed his gaze on the shadow with murderous intent. His eyes were sharp as blades, as if they could tear the shadow into pieces.
He summoned Shadow Puppets once more; this time their numbers multiplied several times over and they appeared even stronger and more solid than before—like true warriors radiating lethal intent. Armed with various weapons, they surged toward the shadow like an iron tide.
A hint of seriousness flashed in the eyes of the Shadow; he knew he could no longer afford to underestimate his opponent.
He manipulated the shadows, engaging in a fierce battle with Xuan Yang's Shadow Puppet. The clash of blades and flashes of light created a chaotic scene, with energy colliding and producing deafening roars that made the entire space tremble.
Xuan Yang's attacks grew increasingly ferocious, like an unrelenting storm. The Shadow began to feel the strain; his movements became sluggish, and his breathing quickened.
"Damn it!" the Shadow cursed under his breath, realizing he needed to eliminate Xuan Yang quickly, or the consequences would be dire.
Suddenly, he halted his assault, vanishing from sight like a ghost.
Xuan Yang's heart raced; he knew the Shadow was concocting some sort of scheme.
He scanned his surroundings warily but found that the Shadow had completely disappeared without a trace.
"This is bad!" Xuan Yang thought to himself, realizing he had fallen into a trap.
At that moment, the Shadow reappeared behind him, brandishing a black dagger aimed at his heart. The dagger glimmered with a chilling light, resembling the scythe of death, exuding an aura of mortality.
Xuan Yang was caught off guard; the dagger pierced his shoulder, blood gushing forth and staining his clothes.
"Ah!" Xuan Yang screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground, convulsing. The intense pain nearly caused him to lose consciousness.
The Shadow grinned wickedly, advancing step by step toward Xuan Yang. His eyes were filled with cruelty and bloodlust, like a hungry beast fixated on its prey.
"It's over," the Shadow declared as he raised the dagger, preparing to deliver the final blow to Xuan Yang.
Just then, a dark figure flashed by and knocked the Shadow away.
"Who?" the Shadow roared in anger as he looked up to see a familiar figure standing before him.
"Lu Zhiyuan?" A flicker of surprise crossed the Shadow's eyes; he hadn't expected the Old Village Chief to appear at such a critical moment.
Lu Zhiyuan remained silent, his cold gaze fixed on the shadow, filled with murderous intent.
"You old fool, you're asking for death!" the shadow roared, charging at Lu Zhiyuan once more.
Lu Zhiyuan's figure flickered like a ghost, evading the shadow's attacks effortlessly.
"Hmph, mere tricks!" Lu Zhiyuan scoffed, suddenly producing a rope that ensnared the shadow.
"You..." The shadow's eyes widened in terror; he had not expected the Old Village Chief to possess such formidable power.
Ignoring the shadow's fear, Lu Zhiyuan turned to Xuan Yang.
"Child, are you alright?" Lu Zhiyuan asked with concern.
"I... I'm fine," Xuan Yang replied weakly, feeling his body on the verge of collapse.
"Hang in there; I'll get you out of here right away," Lu Zhiyuan said as he picked up Xuan Yang, preparing to leave.
At that moment, the ground suddenly shook, a powerful force emanating from beneath the earth.
"This is bad!" Lu Zhiyuan's expression changed; he knew that yet another crisis was upon them.
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