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As Xuan Yang tightly grasped Qu Si Yang's hand, desperately rushing out of the crumbling temple, a deafening roar erupted, shaking the very earth beneath them.
The sound was like thunder, a cataclysmic crash that sent tremors through the ground, as if a colossal ancient beast was stirring beneath the surface, roaring in fury.
In an instant, a fierce wind howled, whipping up clouds of dust that surged like monstrous waves, blotting out the sky and casting everything into a murky yellow haze.
Countless fragments of stone were lifted by this overwhelming force, raining down like a torrential storm.
The already dilapidated temple could no longer withstand such violent impact. With a series of heart-stopping booms, the entire structure collapsed, reduced to a chaotic heap of rubble, swiftly consumed by the swirling dust.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Xuan Yang covered his mouth and nose with his hand as he coughed violently. His face was covered in dust, his hair dulled to a grayish hue, resembling a pitiful miner who had just clawed his way out of a deep coal pile.
Qu Si Yang was not faring much better; her once neatly arranged hair was now a tangled mess, resembling a bird's nest. Her clothes were torn in several places from their harrowing escape, exposing patches of her fair skin.
After what felt like an eternity, they managed to stop coughing and exchanged glances. In their eyes, amidst the relief of having survived, there lingered an unspoken hint of fear.
After all, they had narrowly escaped death, having gone through a heart-pounding flight for their lives.
"We're still alive," Qu Si Yang remarked, her voice trembling slightly as she recalled the perilous moments they had just faced.
"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 leader of the Lord of Shadows had turned out to be the Village Chief as well but had vanished in 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 disbelief, her voice trembling from shock. 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 all to see.
His visage resembled that of a skeleton, gaunt and devoid of color, with deep-set eye sockets that glimmered with an eerie red light, sending chills down the spine of anyone who dared to look.
"Hmph, how could I die so easily?" The Lord of Shadows let out a cold laugh, his voice hoarse and deep, like a whisper from the depths of the underworld, carrying a bone-chilling coldness that made everyone shiver as goosebumps crawled over their skin.
"With you mere mortals, you cannot even begin to imagine the true extent of my power." His words dripped with arrogance and disdain, as if he viewed all living things as insignificant ants beneath his feet.
Hearing this, Xuan Yang's heart sank.
He understood that this life-and-death confrontation was now unavoidable.
"Si Yang, you must protect yourself," Xuan Yang turned to Qu Si Yang beside him, speaking softly yet firmly. His tone was resolute but carried an undercurrent of subtle tenderness.
"What about you?" Qu Si Yang looked at Xuan Yang anxiously, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and deep affection, reluctant to part with him.
"Don't worry, I'll confront this arrogant fool," Xuan Yang said, clenching his fists tightly as he fixed his gaze on the Lord of Shadows ahead without flinching. His eyes burned with determination, radiating an unwavering resolve as if he were ready to face death itself.
He knew he had to stand up to protect Qu Si Yang, to protect the village, to safeguard 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. The overwhelming force seemed ready to burst forth from his body.
At that moment, the power of the Shadow Puppet that 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 furious roar, the sound echoed like the resounding beat of war drums on the battlefield, deafening and powerful enough to shake the very heavens and earth.
However, in the face of such a formidable Xuan Yang, the Lord of Shadows merely smiled coldly.
In an instant, he flickered and vanished like a wraith, leaving only a vague afterimage behind.
Seeing this, Xuan Yang's heart jolted with alarm. He dared not hesitate for a moment and immediately activated his keen perception to try to track the Lord of Shadows' movements.
At that moment, his senses operated 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 that?" The Lord of Shadows' mocking voice drifted from all directions, sometimes close enough to touch and other times far away like whispers from a ghost, making it nearly impossible to grasp.
Hearing this, Xuan Yang furrowed his brow. He understood all too well that the Lord of Shadows had mastered the power of shadows to an extraordinary degree, able to move freely within them 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, like a roaring tide, overwhelming and fierce.
Xuan Yang's heart raced as he quickly turned around, only to see the Lord of Shadows already standing behind him, a sphere of black energy coalescing in his hand, resembling the hand of death, radiating a destructive aura.
"Die!" the Lord of Shadows sneered, his voice laced with murderous intent as he hurled the energy sphere at Xuan Yang with great force.
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, sent flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth like blooming red plum blossoms.
"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 been displaced, the pain unbearable.
The power of the Lord of Shadows far exceeded his expectations.
"Heh, is this all your strength?" the Lord of Shadows mocked, his tone dripping with disdain. "Truly pathetic."
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and struggled to rise, 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 energy, 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 mocked coldly, his voice as piercing as ice, each word striking like a sharp dagger into the heart of the Lord of Shadows.
Before the words had even left his lips, Xuan Yang unhesitatingly hurled the terrifying black energy sphere towards the Lord of Shadows with all his might.
The Lord of Shadows' expression changed dramatically, his pupils narrowing to the size of pinpricks.
He exerted every ounce of strength to evade, leaping sideways like a startled rabbit. Unfortunately, despite his quick reflexes, he could not completely dodge the devastating blow.
The energy sphere grazed the Lord of Shadows' body, and the powerful shockwave it generated slammed into him with full force.
He was sent flying backward like a cannonball struck by another cannonball, tracing a long arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
The impact produced a dull thud that resonated through the area, causing the ground to tremble violently.
The Lord of Shadows coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered through 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 and, like a wraith, he instantly appeared before him.
At that moment, he gathered another dense orb of black energy in his hand. The energy flowed slowly, gradually coalescing into the shape of a massive black scythe that resembled the legendary Grim Reaper's weapon, 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 an intense killing intent that seemed capable of piercing through any obstacle. As he spoke, he raised the black scythe high above him and ruthlessly brought it down towards the fallen Lord of Shadows...
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