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Xuan Yang gripped the pitch-black energy sphere tightly in both hands, raising it high above his head.
This dark energy resembled a scythe from hell, flickering with a chilling light that sent shivers down the spine, brimming with endless killing intent. It was poised to strike down with thunderous force, ready to end the life of the Lord of Shadows once and for all.
However, at that critical moment, a mysterious and powerful invisible force suddenly surged forth without warning!
This force crashed into Xuan Yang like an unstoppable tide, striking him with overwhelming might.
With a dull thud, Xuan Yang was flung through the air as if struck by an unseen giant hand. He soared like a kite with its string cut, tracing an arc before crashing heavily onto the ground far away.
As Xuan Yang's body collided violently with the earth, dust erupted into the air, obscuring everything around.
When the dust began to settle, Xuan Yang could be seen lying helplessly in a large pit. His face was as pale as paper, and he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. The crimson liquid splattered onto the gray earth, blooming into a heart-wrenching and tragically beautiful blood flower.
"Cough cough cough..." Xuan Yang coughed violently while struggling to prop himself up with trembling hands.
At that moment, he felt as if his internal organs had been displaced; each breath came with a searing pain that penetrated to his bones, nearly suffocating him.
Despite this agony, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to lift his head, fixing his gaze on the Lord of Shadows not far away. His eyes were filled with reluctance and deep confusion.
Where did this strange power come from?
Why did it appear at such a critical moment to deliver such a devastating blow?
Countless questions flooded his mind, but Xuan Yang had no time to ponder them. He needed to find a way to confront the unfathomable power of the Lord of Shadows before him.
In contrast, the Lord of Shadows calmly stood up from the ground and gently brushed off some dust from his clothes.
Surprisingly, after the harrowing battle just moments ago, the Lord of Shadows appeared completely unscathed; even the hem of his black robe showed no signs of wrinkles.
He slightly raised his chin and curled his lips into an extremely disdainful smirk. That cold smile seemed to convey to Xuan Yang that everything that had just transpired was nothing more than a trivial farce to him.
"Hmph, do you really think you can defeat me so easily with such trivial methods?
It's nothing but a delusion, truly naive!"
The Lord of Shadows smirked coldly, a hint of disdain curling at the corners of his mouth as he mocked.
Though his voice was not loud, each word cut through the air like a razor-sharp blade, piercing deep into Xuan Yang's heart, bringing with it a wave of bone-chilling pain and dread.
The contempt in his words was unmistakable, as if to him, Xuan Yang was merely a fool trying to challenge authority, a mere clown in a grand performance.
"Why... how... is this even possible..." Xuan Yang's face turned pale as paper, his body swaying unsteadily. He pressed his trembling hand against his chest, struggling to force out a few words through gritted teeth.
At that moment, he was gasping for breath, appearing weak and powerless, confusion and disbelief evident in his tone.
Just moments ago, he had clearly held the upper hand, victory within reach; yet suddenly he had been sent flying by an overwhelming force he could not resist.
There must be some colossal secret hidden from him.
"Heh, kid, don't waste your effort trying to figure it out. I might as well tell you—my true power far exceeds anything you can imagine," the Lord of Shadows said arrogantly, arms crossed and chest puffed out, looking down at Xuan Yang with an air of superiority.
At the same time, a chilling light flickered in his deep-set eyes, like a malevolent spirit lurking in the depths of darkness, ready to devour any life that dared to approach.
"My Shadow Puppets have awakened... The terrifying power they possess is beyond what someone like you could ever hope to contend with."
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead as he fought against the waves of agony coursing through him, desperately trying to summon the nearly exhausted power within.
However, the severe injuries he had sustained made every effort feel extraordinarily difficult; each attempt drained him further of his strength.
"So what?" the Lord of Shadows interrupted him harshly. "Do you think you're the only one who possesses the power of Shadow Puppets? How naive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful surge of shadow energy erupted from within him like a volcanic explosion, unstoppable and distorting the air around them.
The crumbling walls of the dilapidated temple groaned under the impact of this force, as if they were on the verge of collapse.
His body began to change; his skin turned pale, devoid of any color, resembling that of a corpse.
The Dual Eyes transformed into a deep black, like an abyss that swallowed all surrounding light.
A suffocating sense of oppression spread, as if the entire world was shrouded in darkness.
"This... how is this possible?" Xuan Yang exclaimed, disbelief filling his eyes.
The Lord of Shadows possessed the power of Shadow Puppet, and this power was far greater than his own!
"Heh, now let me show you the true power of a Shadow Puppet!" Lord of Shadows sneered, his voice echoing like a demon from hell, filled with eeriness and terror.
He formed seals with his hands and chanted incomprehensible incantations. A mysterious force surged around him, creating a massive black vortex that seemed ready to devour everything.
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble violently, as if an earthquake had struck. Countless black shadows emerged from the ground like demons from hell, emitting chilling howls that sent shivers down one’s spine.
These shadows took on various forms; some resembled fierce beasts, clawing and roaring deafeningly; others appeared as twisted humanoids with grotesque limbs, letting out piercing screams; still others were bizarre monsters with hideous faces, producing nauseating hisses.
Their numbers were overwhelming, densely packed, nearly obscuring the entire sky and forming a terrifying sea of black.
"Are these all... Shadow Puppets?" Xuan Yang asked in shock, his voice trembling. He had never seen such a vast number of Shadow Puppets, each radiating a heart-stopping aura of evil.
"Exactly," Lord of Shadows replied smugly, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "These are my Shadow Puppets. Their power far exceeds your imagination. Are you ready to embrace death?"
With a wave of his hand, countless Shadow Puppets surged toward Xuan Yang, roaring deafeningly as if they intended to tear him apart.
A chill ran down Xuan Yang's spine; he knew he was trapped in a dire situation.
"Si Yang, run!" Xuan Yang shouted to Qu Si Yang, his tone filled with urgency and concern. He could not allow her to be caught up in this battle; she had to survive!
"I won't leave!" Qu Si Yang declared firmly, her eyes filled with determination. "I want to fight alongside you!"
"You..." Xuan Yang began to respond, but was interrupted by Qu Si Yang.
"Don't say anything. I won't abandon you!" Qu Si Yang insisted, her tone resolute and unwavering.
She moved to stand beside Xuan Yang, ready to face the overwhelming enemy together.
Xuan Yang looked into Qu Si Yang's steadfast eyes, feeling a surge of emotion and warmth. He knew he could not give up; he could not let Qu Si Yang down.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the intense pain coursing through his body and stood tall, his eyes ablaze with fighting spirit.
"Come on!" Xuan Yang shouted, his voice echoing like a thunderous battle drum.
The roar reverberated through the ruins of the dilapidated temple, resonating in every corner.
In an instant, the lingering sound caused the surrounding crumbling walls to tremble slightly.
With a swift motion of his hands, a powerful force erupted from within him.
Suddenly, several dark figures materialized out of thin air—his summoned Shadow Puppets.
They moved with an ethereal grace, like phantoms, exuding an unsettling aura.
At the same time, the Puppet Master army of the Lord of Shadows surged forward like a relentless tide.
As soon as they clashed, it ignited a breathtaking battle for survival.
In that moment, the air was filled with cries of war; blades clashed and energy collided, creating thunderous booms that echoed across the sky. The entire ruin was engulfed in chaos.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang stood back to back, forming an unbreakable line of defense.
They supported each other, working together to withstand the relentless and fierce attacks from their enemies. Despite being surrounded by countless Shadow Puppets, their figures appeared particularly small and lonely.
However, the unwavering gaze and unyielding stance they maintained were like flickering candle flames in the darkness. No matter how fiercely the raging winds howled, they continued to burn defiantly, refusing to be extinguished.
Yet, the army of the Lord of Shadows, led by the Puppet Master, was overwhelmingly vast. They surged forward in an endless stream, like a relentless torrent.
Although Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang fought valiantly, they gradually began to feel overwhelmed.
Their bodies were already covered in wounds of various sizes, blood continuously oozing from them, staining their once white garments a shocking red. From a distance, they resembled two red lotuses blooming defiantly in a pool of blood.
As time passed, both their stamina and spiritual energy rapidly depleted.
Sweat mixed with blood flowed down their cheeks, dripping onto the ground and splattering into tiny crimson blossoms.
Their breaths became increasingly labored, and their movements slowed. It seemed they could barely hold up against the overwhelming onslaught before them.
At that moment, an unexpected change occurred.
A powerful wave of energy surged from the ruins of the broken temple…
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