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The ground shook violently, and cracks spread across the walls of the dilapidated temple like a spider web. Debris fell with a clattering sound, raising choking dust. Xuan Yang's heart sank, a chill creeping up his spine. What the hell is going on? Is the Shadow Demon not completely sealed yet? He helped Xuan Qing to his feet, his sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings like a hawk, not daring to miss any signs of movement.
The dome of the broken temple began to twist and deform, as if being kneaded by an invisible hand. A massive black vortex slowly formed, resembling a gateway to hell, exuding an oppressive aura that made it hard to breathe. Damn, this thing looks even more terrifying than the shadows! Xuan Yang couldn't help but curse under his breath, cold sweat forming in his palms as he clenched his fists tightly.
Xuan Qing's face was as pale as paper, the blood at the corner of his mouth still fresh, but his eyes were resolute, radiating a determination that defied death. "Yang'er, it seems we have to fight once more!" His voice was weak yet filled with unyielding spirit, like a flame burning fiercely, igniting hope within Xuan Yang.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his fear, Xuan Yang thought, Damn it, what’s there to be afraid of! It’s just another fight! Who’s afraid of whom? A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, sharp as a blade. The Puppet Power within him surged again, like a raging river roaring to break free from its dam.
From within the black vortex, a gigantic shadowy figure slowly emerged. It radiated an evil aura, like a demon from hell that sent shivers down one’s spine. Its face was grotesque, with crimson dual eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light and sharp claws resembling a death scythe glinting ominously. Is this the Shadow Demon? A wave of pressure washed over Xuan Yang, feeling as if a mountain was crushing down on him, making it hard to breathe.
The Shadow Demon let out an ear-splitting roar that spread like shockwaves through the air; the entire broken temple trembled violently as if it would collapse at any moment. It opened its gaping maw, revealing sharp fangs as black energy surged forth like a tidal wave, carrying with it an aura of destruction.
Xuan Yang's heart sank; damn it, this thing is way stronger than the shadows! He quickly pushed Xuan Qing behind him and said urgently, "Dad, protect yourself!"
He summoned all his Puppet Power; the Shadow Puppet reappeared in front of him and Xuan Qing like an indestructible shield. This time, the Shadow Puppet was even larger and more muscular, as if forged from steel. It emanated powerful waves of energy, resembling an ancient war god guarding their hopes.
With a roar that echoed like a challenge across the land, the Shadow Puppet charged toward the Shadow Demon with heavy steps, fierce and imposing. The two immense forces collided with a deafening boom that sounded like thunder cracking open the sky; dust flew everywhere as if the entire temple would collapse.
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth; damn it, I’m all in! He focused all his attention on controlling the Shadow Puppet. He knew this was a life-or-death battle; any mistake could lead to their doom. His hands moved swiftly to form seals as he chanted incantations under his breath, channeling his Puppet Power into the Shadow Puppet continuously.
The Shadow Demon’s power was incredibly strong; each attack carried devastating force as if it aimed to crush everything in its path. Although the Shadow Puppet fought valiantly against it, it gradually began to falter. Black energy continuously eroded the Shadow Puppet as if trying to consume it entirely.
Xuan Yang's heart sank heavily; he cursed inwardly: "Damn it! This can’t go on!" He understood that if he didn’t find a way to enhance the Shadow Puppet’s strength soon, death would be their only fate. His mind raced like a high-speed machine, desperately searching for a way to break through their current predicament.
At that moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him—he recalled the ancient and mysterious teachings of the Puppet Sect: "Control shadows with your heart; transform shadows into form—the art of the Puppet Master lies solely in the heart." His heart began to race uncontrollably as he thought: Could this be the key to solving our problem? Is this what I have been desperately seeking for my breakthrough?
Filled with anticipation and anxiety, Xuan Yang slowly closed his dual eyes and softly recited those ancient teachings. Gradually, he felt his consciousness begin to detach from his body and merge little by little into the Shadow Puppet.
Once his consciousness fully integrated with the Shadow Puppet, an extraordinary sensation surged within him. He clearly sensed deep within the Shadow Puppet feelings of fear and anger along with an overwhelming thirst for power and an unyielding will to resist. At that moment, he felt as though he was no longer Xuan Yang but had truly transformed into the Shadow Puppet itself, experiencing everything it had gone through firsthand.
Suddenly, a powerful force, vast and overwhelming like the collapse of heaven and earth, erupted within him! This force surged forth as if a long-dormant volcano had finally reached its moment of explosive eruption, unstoppable in its relentless advance.
In an instant, he felt himself perfectly merge with the enigmatic Shadow Puppet, the two becoming one to form an unprecedented new existence.
At this moment, his body felt as light as a feather, dancing with the wind yet able to control its direction; his speed was lightning-fast, vanishing in the blink of an eye, making it nearly impossible to track his movements. Meanwhile, the power he possessed surged to unimaginable heights, as if he had tapped into an endless reservoir of strength.
As he slowly opened his Dual Eyes, a sharp glint shot from his gaze, akin to a legendary sword freshly drawn from its sheath, radiating a chilling brilliance that struck fear into the hearts of onlookers.
Could this be the legendary Shadow Fusion? At this thought, excitement and exhilaration filled him deep within, akin to a lost soul in darkness suddenly discovering a broad path leading to the dawn of victory.
Without hesitation, he shifted his form and charged once more toward the terrifying Shadow Demon. This time, his speed was beyond comprehension, like a bolt of black lightning streaking across the silent night sky, leaving behind a dazzling trail of light.
Faced with such an unparalleled onslaught, the Shadow Demon could barely catch a glimpse of his figure; it was as if it were a powerless target, passively enduring the fierce storm of attacks unleashed upon it.
His movements were agile and unpredictable, appearing like a ghost. Each flash occurred precisely at the weakest points in the Shadow Demon’s defenses, followed by thunderous strikes that landed with immense force.
Every punch and palm strike carried with it overwhelming power, crashing down like a thousand-pound hammer hitting the ground with deafening and heavy thuds.
The chilling roars of the Shadow Demon echoed throughout the space, filled with endless pain and despair. With each roar, horrifying cracks began to appear on its massive and twisted body, spreading rapidly like parched earth. The dense Black Energy that once surrounded it began to recede like a tide, gradually dissipating without a trace as if consumed by an invisible force.
The Shadow Demon widened its eyes in terror as it stared at Xuan Yang before it, its expression reflecting indescribable shock and disbelief. It seemed utterly unable to comprehend how it could be defeated by this seemingly ordinary opponent, as if witnessing one of the most incredible sights in existence.
In response to the Shadow Demon’s fear, Xuan Yang’s lips curled into a cold and ruthless smile as he scoffed lightly. “It’s over, Shadow Demon! Today marks your end!” As soon as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath; his muscles tensed as the power within him surged forth like a volcanic eruption. He then opened his mouth and let out one final deafening roar that resonated like thunder from the heavens above, carrying with it an earth-shattering force that changed the skies and shook the mountains.
Xuan Yang gathered all his strength into his right fist, forming a dazzling sphere of light. Then he flashed forward like lightning and struck fiercely at the Shadow Demon’s head with blinding speed.
In that instant, there was a tremendous sound akin to a meteor crashing into the ground, unleashing an overwhelming force that distorted the surrounding air and created a violent shockwave.
The Shadow Demon, struck by such a heavy blow, let out a heart-wrenching scream, its entire body instantly shattered into countless black fragments. These shards scattered in all directions, resembling black fireworks blooming in the night sky—beautiful yet suffused with the breath of death.
Eventually, they drifted down like falling leaves, merging into the air and disappearing without a trace, as if this terrifying Shadow Demon had never existed in the world at all.
With the demise of the Shadow Demon, the once dilapidated and crumbling ancient temple finally welcomed a long-awaited tranquility and peace after enduring the storms. The ground, which had been violently shaking, now lay still as if under a binding spell; the horrifying cracks on the walls seemed frozen in time, halting their reckless expansion.
For a moment, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence, only the gentle breeze whispered softly, like a pair of tender hands lightly stirring the dust on the ground.
Reflecting on the thrilling and perilous battle just fought, Xuan Yang still felt lingering fear; in a daze, he almost believed that it had all been a chilling nightmare.
At this moment, he was utterly exhausted, his body feeling as if it had fallen apart, slumped weakly on the cold ground while gasping for breath.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, quickly soaking through his already drenched clothes. Despite being on the verge of collapse, deep within Xuan Yang surged an indescribable joy and a profound sense of accomplishment.
It felt as if he had just emerged from a life-and-death trial, gaining a new lease on life.
Just then, Xuan Qing approached Xuan Yang with steady steps. His deep-set eyes were filled with profound pride for his son: “Yang'er, your contribution to defeating the Shadow Demon cannot be overstated! You truly are my wonderful son.”
Hearing his father's praise, Xuan Yang managed to force a faint smile onto his pale face and weakly replied, “Father, it was thanks to your guidance and support that we ultimately won this battle.”
However, before either could finish speaking, an unexpected change occurred—the ceiling of the ruined temple began to twist and deform once more. Soon after, an even larger and deeper black vortex slowly emerged above them, gradually taking shape at a visible pace...
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