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At the moment when Xuan Yang tightly grasped Qu Si Yang's hand and desperately rushed out of the crumbling temple, a deafening roar erupted, shaking the very heavens and earth!
The sound was like a thunderclap, akin to the earth splitting apart, causing the ground to tremble violently as if a colossal ancient beast was thrashing and roaring beneath the surface!
In an instant, a fierce wind howled, sweeping up clouds of dust that surged like monstrous waves, quickly blotting out the sky and turning the world into a hazy yellow.
Countless fragments of stone were lifted by this overwhelming force, raining down like a torrential downpour.
The already dilapidated temple could no longer withstand such violent impact. With a series of heart-stopping rumblings, the entire structure collapsed into a chaotic heap of rubble, swiftly engulfed by the swirling dust.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Xuan Yang covered his mouth and nose with his hand while coughing violently. His face was covered in dust, and his hair had turned grayish, making him look like a pitiful miner who had just crawled out from deep within a coal pile.
Beside him, Qu Si Yang was in no better shape. Her once neatly arranged hair was now a tangled mess, resembling a bird's nest. Her clothes were torn in several places from their narrow escape, exposing large patches of her fair and delicate skin.
After struggling to stop coughing, they exchanged glances. In their eyes, beyond the relief of surviving, there lingered an unspoken hint of fear.
After all, they had narrowly escaped death and experienced a heart-pounding flight for their lives.
"We're still alive," Qu Si Yang remarked, her voice trembling slightly as she recalled the perilous moment.
"Yes, we're still alive," Xuan Yang echoed, though his tone carried a hint of confusion as if he were pondering the meaning of life itself.
The Village Chief was dead, having sacrificed himself to protect them. The Shadow Lord turned out to be the Village Chief but had also vanished, consumed by the explosion. But was it truly over?
He lowered his gaze to his hands, feeling the restless power stirring within him. The Shadow Puppet still lurked inside, like a venomous snake, ready to strike him down at any moment.
This power filled him with unease and confusion.
"What should we do next?" Qu Si Yang broke the silence, his eyes reflecting a deep uncertainty about the future.
Xuan Yang took a deep breath, his gaze gradually firming. "We rebuild the village."
This was a responsibility he had to bear, and it was also the motivation for his survival.
Not just for the innocent villagers, but for himself, for the unwavering desire to protect, and to honor Lu Zhiyuan's sacrifice.
Qu Si Yang nodded, hope glimmering in his eyes. "Alright, we’ll do it together."
The two stood quietly side by side before the desolate ruins.
They gazed into the distance, their eyes piercing through layers of mist towards the far-off skyline, and an involuntary wave of beautiful aspirations for their future life surged within them.
In their imagination, a brand new and prosperous village was about to rise from these ruins, like a phoenix reborn, radiating dazzling brilliance.
However, just as they were lost in such beautiful fantasies, an astonishing change occurred without warning.
A powerful and surging wave of energy erupted from deep within the ruins, like an ancient giant dragon awakening after being sealed away for ages.
The power surged forth, carrying a terrifying aura that seemed capable of annihilating everything in its path, sweeping across the surroundings like an unstoppable tide.
Feeling the sudden danger, Xuan Yang's heart jolted. A bone-chilling coldness surged from his feet, racing up his spine and straight to his brain.
Almost instinctively, he stepped aside without hesitation, quickly shielding Qu Si Yang behind him.
At the same time, his eyes widened as he focused intently on the ruins emanating an eerie presence. He was on high alert, every muscle in his body tense and ready to confront any potential crisis.
"What on earth is happening?" Qu Si Yang exclaimed, her voice trembling with unmistakable fear.
At that moment, the swirling dust that had enveloped the ruins began to dissipate, revealing a mysterious figure slowly emerging.
The figure was tall and imposing, resembling an unmovable mountain standing there. It was shrouded in a massive cloak as dark as ink, obscuring its true visage.
Even so, the overwhelming sense of power radiating from this figure was enough to make everyone present feel breathless and their hearts race.
"It can't be... the Lord of Shadows..." Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, forcing out those words through clenched jaws.
He stared wide-eyed at the figure becoming clearer before him, disbelief and burning rage filling his gaze.
He could hardly believe that this terrifying being—who had once brought endless disaster and darkness to the world—had not truly perished!
Against all odds, he had survived that cataclysmic explosion! It was nothing short of a miracle.
"You... you actually didn't die!" Qu Si Yang exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock, her voice trembling with disbelief. The incredulity in her expression was unmistakable.
The Lord of Shadows slowly raised his head, revealing a pale and terrifying face that gradually came into view for everyone.
His visage resembled that of a skeleton, gaunt and devoid of color, with sunken eye sockets that glimmered with an eerie red light, sending chills down anyone's spine at just a glance.
"Hmph, how could I possibly die so easily?" The Lord of Shadows let out a cold laugh, his voice hoarse and deep, like whispers from the Nine Nether Underworld, carrying a bone-chilling coldness that made everyone shiver, goosebumps instantly rising on their skin.
"With you mere mortals, you cannot even begin to imagine how powerful I truly am." His words were filled with arrogance and disdain, as if he regarded all living things as insignificant ants beneath his feet.
Hearing this, Xuan Yang's heart sank.
He knew that this life-and-death confrontation was now unavoidable.
"Si Yang, you must protect yourself," Xuan Yang turned to Qu Si Yang beside him, his tone firm yet tinged with an imperceptible gentleness.
"What about you?" Qu Si Yang looked at Xuan Yang anxiously, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and deep affection.
"Don't worry, I'll deal with this arrogant fool," Xuan Yang said, clenching his fists tightly, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the Lord of Shadows ahead. His eyes burned with fierce determination, revealing a resolve to face death head-on.
He understood that he had to step up to protect Qu Si Yang, to safeguard the village, to defend everything he cherished.
Even if it meant paying the ultimate price with his life.
"Be careful," Qu Si Yang said, his voice tinged with a hint of choking emotion.
Xuan Yang nodded slightly, indicating his understanding, then took a deep breath.
In an instant, the true essence within him surged like a raging river, violently churning and boiling. That overwhelming momentum seemed ready to burst forth from his body.
At that moment, the power of the Shadow Puppet, which had been lurking within him, suddenly awakened.
This power was cold and formidable, spreading rapidly throughout his body like a black torrent, bringing with it waves of chilling air.
"Come on!" With Xuan Yang's roar, it resonated like the fervent beat of war drums on the battlefield—deafening and powerful, shaking even the heavens and earth.
However, in the face of such a fierce Xuan Yang, the Lord of Shadows merely smiled coldly.
With a flicker of his form, he vanished in an instant like a wraith, leaving behind only a vague afterimage.
Seeing this, Xuan Yang's heart jolted. He dared not hesitate for a moment and immediately unleashed his keen perception to try to track the Lord of Shadows' movements.
At that moment, his perception was like an incredibly precise radar, scanning every inch of the surrounding space without missing even the slightest trace.
"Heh heh, naive fool. Do you really think you can find me with this?" The Lord of Shadows' voice drifted from all directions—sometimes close enough to touch, other times distant as if from another realm—like whispers from a ghost that were hard to grasp.
Hearing this, Xuan Yang couldn't help but furrow his brow. He knew very well that the Lord of Shadows had mastered Shadow Power to an extraordinary degree, able to move freely through shadows at will. To accurately lock onto and capture him was nearly impossible.
He had to be more careful; otherwise, he would fall into a passive position.
Suddenly, a powerful wave of energy surged from behind him, crashing like a tumultuous tide.
Xuan Yang's heart raced as he quickly turned around, only to see the Lord of Shadows standing behind him, a sphere of Black Energy coalescing in his hand, resembling the hand of death, exuding a destructive aura.
"Die!" the Lord of Shadows sneered, his voice laced with murderous intent as he hurled the energy sphere fiercely at Xuan Yang.
Xuan Yang's pupils constricted as he swiftly dodged, moving with the agility of a leopard. However, he was still struck by the shockwave of the energy sphere, his body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth like blooming red plums.
"Xuan Yang!" Qu Si Yang exclaimed, rushing over to help him up, her eyes filled with worry and concern.
"Cough, cough..." Xuan Yang coughed violently, feeling his internal energy surging chaotically, as if his organs had shifted positions, causing unbearable pain.
The power of the Lord of Shadows far exceeded his expectations.
"Heh, is this your strength?" the Lord of Shadows mocked, his tone dripping with disdain. "Truly pathetic."
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, fury blazing in his eyes like a volcano ready to erupt.
"I will not lose!" Xuan Yang shouted defiantly, his voice filled with resilience and resistance.
The Shadow Puppet within him seemed to sense his determination and began to frantically absorb the surrounding Shadow Power, growing stronger like a greedy beast.
Xuan Yang felt a powerful force surge into his body, like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable and overwhelming.
His body began to change; his skin turned pale, and his Dual Eyes became blood red, resembling burning flames. His hair transformed into black, like a ghost in the dark night, exuding an air of mystery and eeriness.
“What is happening…” Qu Si Yang looked at Xuan Yang's transformation in surprise, filled with worry and confusion.
Xuan Yang slowly raised his head, his eyes shimmering with a blood-red light, like a hellish demon, sending chills down one’s spine.
“Shadow Sovereign…” Xuan Yang’s voice became hoarse and deep, like a whisper from a demon in hell.
The Lord of Shadows observed Xuan Yang's transformation, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
“I didn’t expect you to reach this level,” the Lord of Shadows said, his tone laced with unexpectedness. “However, even if you have become the Shadow Sovereign, you are still no match for me.”
A cold and disdainful smile crept onto Xuan Yang's lips as he slightly raised the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, his body jolted and transformed into a flash of lightning, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only a blurred afterimage behind.
The Lord of Shadows felt a jolt in his heart as a chill surged up his spine. He dared not be careless and quickly activated all his sensory abilities to try to capture Xuan Yang's presence.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not detect Xuan Yang's existence.
Just as the Lord of Shadows was growing anxious, he suddenly sensed a powerful and lethal aura coming from behind him.
In terror, he turned around to see that Xuan Yang had silently appeared behind him at some point. At that moment, Xuan Yang held tightly in his hands a sphere of energy as dark as ink. The energy ball rolled and surged continuously, resembling a hand from the depths of hell, emanating an eerie aura of destruction.
"With his own methods, let him taste his own medicine!" Xuan Yang coldly mocked, his voice as piercing as ice, each word like a sharp dagger plunging into the heart of the Lord of Shadows.
Before the words had even faded, Xuan Yang unhesitatingly hurled the terrifying Black Energy Ball towards the Lord of Shadows with all his might.
The Lord of Shadows' expression changed drastically, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks.
He desperately tried to dodge, his body leaping sideways like a startled rabbit. Unfortunately, despite his quick reaction, he was unable to completely evade the powerful strike.
The energy ball grazed past the Lord of Shadows, yet the tremendous shockwave it generated still struck him with full force.
He was sent flying backward like a cannonball hit by another cannonball, tracing a long arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
The impact produced a deep thud as he landed, causing the ground to tremble violently.
The Lord of Shadows coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered in the air like vibrant yet wilting crimson flowers.
Xuan Yang gave no chance for the Lord of Shadows to catch his breath. His figure flickered again, appearing before the Lord of Shadows like a ghost.
At that moment, he gathered another dense mass of Black Energy in his hand. The energy flowed slowly, gradually forming into a massive Black Scythe that resembled the legendary Death Scythe, glinting ominously and sending chills down one’s spine.
"It’s over!" Xuan Yang said coldly, his expression devoid of emotion. His gaze was icy and filled with intense killing intent that seemed capable of piercing through any obstacle. As he spoke, he raised the black Death Scythe high above him and ruthlessly brought it down towards the fallen Lord of Shadows...
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