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The ground shook violently, cracks spreading across the walls of the dilapidated temple like a spider's web. Debris fell with a rustling sound, stirring up 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 ruined temple began to twist and deform, as if being kneaded by an invisible giant hand. A massive black vortex slowly formed, resembling a gateway to hell, exuding an oppressive aura that made it hard to breathe. Damn it, 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 was ready to face death. "Yang'er, it seems we have to fight again!" His voice was weak yet filled with unyielding spirit, like a blazing flame igniting hope in Xuan Yang's heart.
Taking a deep breath, Xuan Yang suppressed his fear. 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 power of the Puppet Master surged within him once more, like a roaring river eager to break free from its dam.
From the black vortex emerged a gigantic shadowy figure. It emanated an evil aura, like a demon from hell that sent chills down one’s spine. Its face was grotesque, with crimson dual eyes flickering with bloodthirsty light and sharp claws resembling scythes of death glinting ominously. Is this the Shadow Demon? A shiver ran down Xuan Yang's spine as he felt unprecedented pressure weighing down on him like a mountain.
The Shadow Demon let out an earth-shattering roar, its voice rippling through the air like a shockwave, causing the entire temple to tremble violently as if it would collapse at any moment. It opened its gaping maw, revealing razor-sharp fangs, and black energy surged forth like a tidal wave carrying the scent of destruction.
Xuan Yang's heart sank; damn it, this thing is way stronger than the shadows! He pushed Xuan Qing behind him and spoke urgently yet firmly, "Dad, protect yourself!"
He summoned all the power of the Puppet Master within him; the Shadow Puppet reappeared before 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 radiated powerful energy waves, resembling an ancient war god guarding their hope.
The Shadow Puppet let out a roar that echoed across the land like a battle cry. It 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 swirled around them as if the entire temple would collapse under their might.
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth; damn it, it's now or never! He focused all his attention on controlling the Shadow Puppet. He knew this battle was a matter of life and death; one misstep could lead to utter destruction. His hands moved swiftly in intricate seals as he chanted incantations under his breath, continuously channeling the power of the Puppet Master into the Shadow Puppet.
The Shadow Demon’s strength was overwhelming; each attack carried destructive force that seemed intent on crushing everything in its path. Although the Shadow Puppet fought valiantly against it, it gradually began to falter. The black energy relentlessly eroded the Shadow Puppet as if trying to devour it entirely.
Xuan Yang felt a sudden weight in his chest and 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 power soon, death would be their only fate. His mind raced like a high-speed machine as he desperately sought ways to break free from their current predicament.
Just then, a flash of inspiration struck him like lightning—he recalled an ancient and mysterious teaching from the Puppet Sect: “Control shadows with your heart; transform shadows into form; the art of Puppet Master is all in your mind.” His heart raced uncontrollably as he thought: Could this be the key to solving their problem? Is this what I’ve been desperately searching for?
Filled with anticipation and trepidation, Xuan Yang slowly closed his dual eyes and softly recited those ancient words. Gradually, he felt his consciousness begin to detach from his body and merge into the Shadow Puppet.
As his consciousness fully integrated with that of the Shadow Puppet, an extraordinary sensation washed over him. He could clearly feel deep within the Shadow Puppet its fear, anger, and intense desire for power—along with an unyielding will that refused to submit. In that moment, he felt as though he was no longer just Xuan Yang but had truly become one with the Shadow Puppet itself, experiencing everything it had endured firsthand.
Suddenly, a powerful force, vast and overwhelming like the collapse of the heavens and the earth, erupted violently within him! This force surged forth as if a long-dormant volcano had finally reached its moment of eruption, unstoppable in its advance.
In an instant, he felt himself perfectly merge with the enigmatic Shadow Puppet, the two becoming one, forming an unprecedented new existence.
At that moment, his body felt as light as a feather, dancing with the wind yet able to control its direction; his speed was akin to lightning, flashing by in an instant, making it difficult for anyone to grasp his whereabouts. Meanwhile, the power he contained surged to an immense height, as if he possessed an endless reservoir of strength.
As he slowly opened his Dual Eyes, a sharp brilliance shot from his gaze, reminiscent of a legendary sword just drawn from its sheath, gleaming with a chilling cold light that instilled fear.
Could this be… the fabled fusion of shadows? At this thought, excitement and exhilaration filled his heart, akin to someone groping in darkness suddenly discovering a broad path leading to victory.
Then, he swayed and charged once more toward the terrifying Shadow Demon. This time, his speed was beyond imagination, like a pitch-black lightning bolt streaking across the silent night sky, leaving behind a dazzling trail of light.
Faced with such an unmatched onslaught, the Shadow Demon couldn't even catch a glimpse of his figure; it could only passively endure the fierce attacks raining down upon it like a helpless target.
His movements were agile and unpredictable, appearing like a ghost. Each flash occurred precisely at the Shadow Demon's weakest points, followed by thunderous strikes.
Every punch and palm strike carried overwhelming power, crashing down like heavy hammers onto the ground with deafening and resounding 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 had 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 revealing indescribable shock and disbelief. It seemed unable to comprehend how it could be defeated by this seemingly ordinary opponent, as if witnessing the most unbelievable sight in the world.
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. Then he opened his mouth and let out one final deafening roar that sounded like thunder crashing from the heavens, carrying with it a destructive force that changed the winds and trembled the mountains.
Xuan Yang gathered all his strength into his right fist, forming a dazzling orb of light. Then he vanished in an instant and struck fiercely at the Shadow Demon's head with lightning speed.
In that moment, there was a tremendous sound akin to a meteor striking the ground, unleashing an earth-shattering force so great that it distorted the surrounding air and unleashed 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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