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Xuan Yang felt as if the world around him had plunged into darkness, spinning wildly out of control.
It was like being ruthlessly thrown into a giant washing machine, his body completely losing its autonomy, tumbling and churning under the terrifying force.
Each rotation left him dizzy, his insides twisted as if they were being crushed to pieces.
The food and stomach acid within him surged uncontrollably, like tumultuous waves crashing toward his throat.
The intense urge to vomit felt like a ferocious beast desperately trying to break free from its cage.
But Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, summoning all his strength to suppress it, fearing that if he opened his mouth, everything would come pouring out.
"Damn that old bastard, how could he be so ruthless!" Xuan Yang cursed inwardly.
He struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, wanting to see the situation around him, but all he could perceive was an endless expanse of chaotic darkness.
This darkness was thick as ink, making it impossible to discern direction, as if he had suddenly fallen into an unfathomable abyss.
The darkness seemed alive, slithering like slick giant pythons inching closer to Xuan Yang, tightly constricting his chest.
He felt his breath becoming increasingly labored; each inhalation felt like it had to break through layers of obstruction to fill his lungs.
The air grew alarmingly thin, nearly suffocating him.
"Damn it, what does that old fool intend?" Xuan Yang spat in anger.
Despite the torment his body endured, he refused to give up the fight.
He fought against the overwhelming nausea and discomfort, focusing his mind to try and summon the hidden power within him.
At first, a faint trickle of energy began to rise from his dantian, slowly coursing through his meridians.
However, just as this energy emerged, it vanished like a pebble tossed into a vast ocean, disappearing without a trace and failing to coalesce into any effective force to counter the external pressure.
At the same time, a strange and inexplicable energy quietly approached.
This energy was cold and eerie, as if it came from the icy breath of the netherworld, resembling a swarm of tiny insects that recklessly scurried and gnawed within Xuan Yang's body.
Wherever it passed, it brought waves of excruciating pain that made him unable to suppress his anguished groans.
"Give up, kid." A chilling voice echoed in the darkness, like a venomous snake hissing, sending shivers down his spine. "You can never be my match."
The voice carried a hint of mockery, as if it were a cat playing with a mouse.
It was the old man!
Xuan Yang's heart sank. He knew he had fallen into a desperate situation, like prey trapped in a spider's web, waiting for death to arrive.
He gritted his teeth, striving to remain calm; he understood that panic would only hasten his demise.
"What do you want?" Xuan Yang forced himself to ask, suppressing his fear.
His voice was hoarse and weak, yet it carried a trace of unyielding defiance.
"Hehe, I merely wish to borrow your power," the old man replied with a sinister laugh, his tone filled with greed and desire.
That chilling laugh sounded like the mournful cry of an owl in the dead of night, piercing through the ears and sending chills down one's spine.
"Borrow my power?"
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yang's heart jolted. A terrifying thought surged through his mind: could this old wretch be attempting to seize my Shadow Puppet?
Just thinking about the immense and unparalleled power contained within the Shadow Puppet made Xuan Yang's heart sink further. A profound despair quickly engulfed him like a rising tide.
"Haha, exactly."
The old man seemed to have insight into Xuan Yang's innermost thoughts.
A sly smile crept across his lips as he continued, "That Shadow Puppet of yours possesses an overwhelming power. If I could claim it for myself, dominating not just a mere village but an entire region would be an effortless task!"
As he spoke, his Dual Eyes gleamed with greed and madness, as if he could already envision himself reigning supreme over the village, basking in the glory of absolute power.
"Not a chance!" Xuan Yang shouted furiously, summoning every ounce of strength to struggle against the mysterious force that bound him tightly.
He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his muscles taut from exertion, every hair on his body standing on end.
Yet, no matter how desperately he fought against that strange energy, it was like a tiny ant trying to shake a towering tree—utterly futile.
"Hmph, don't waste your energy, kid!" The old man sneered disdainfully at the sight. "Right now, you're like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping block, completely at my mercy. You can only obediently follow my lead!"
With his words, the old man's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the space, reverberating endlessly as if declaring to the world that his victory was already assured.
A surge of even darker energy flooded into Xuan Yang, piercing through his veins like countless steel needles, bringing him excruciating pain.
This energy was bone-chillingly cold, as if it sought to freeze him solid.
"Ah!" Xuan Yang let out a piercing scream, feeling as though his body was being torn apart.
The intense agony nearly caused him to lose consciousness, yet he gritted his teeth stubbornly, refusing to yield.
In that moment of utter darkness where not even a hand could be seen before him, a clear and melodious voice suddenly rang out: "Xuan Yang, you must hold on!"
The sound was as enchanting as a lark emerging from the valley, drifting into Xuan Yang's ears like celestial music. In an instant, it pierced through his deep despair and offered him a glimmer of hope, much like a shipwrecked sailor spotting a distant lighthouse after days adrift at sea.
It was her! It was Qu Si Yang!
A jolt of emotion surged through Xuan Yang, filling him with indescribable excitement. In that moment, he felt as if a ray of hope had broken through the endless darkness and illuminated him amidst the thick fog.
He had never expected that in this life-and-death situation, Qu Si Yang would risk her own safety to come to his rescue. His heart swelled with gratitude and deep emotion.
"Si Yang... why are you here?" Xuan Yang managed to ask in a weak voice.
The voice was as faint as a whisper, barely audible, yet the concern it carried for Qu Si Yang was palpable, felt by anyone present.
Without hesitation, Qu Si Yang responded, "Of course I'm here to save you!" Her voice rang out strong and unwavering, as if it could pierce through the boundless darkness surrounding them.
This voice was like a fierce bolt of lightning suddenly slicing through the sky, instantly tearing apart the thick darkness that enveloped them. A brilliant light shone directly into Xuan Yang's heart, which had long been cold, bringing with it an endless warmth.
Then, a dazzling white light burst forth with tremendous force, cleaving through layers of darkness like the first rays of dawn breaking through the night’s cover, illuminating the entire dim and deep cave.
This white light was so pure and solemn, emanating a powerful aura that seemed to possess a magical ability to easily dispel all darkness and evil in the world.
Qu Si Yang appeared before Xuan Yang, wielding a glowing longsword, like a deity descending from the heavens, exuding an air of authority.
Her white robes were pristine, resembling a blooming lotus flower radiating sacred light.
"Si Yang, be careful!" Xuan Yang quickly warned. He knew the elder's strength was unfathomable; Qu Si Yang's actions were akin to striking a stone with an egg.
Worry filled his heart as he feared for Qu Si Yang's safety.
"Don't worry, Xuan Yang," Qu Si Yang replied with a slight smile, her eyes brimming with confidence.
"I will protect you." Her smile was like sunshine in winter, warming Xuan Yang's heart.
Qu Si Yang swung her longsword fiercely at the elder, the blade flashing like a dancing silver serpent, dazzling to behold.
Her movements were light and graceful, akin to a fluttering butterfly; each strike was precise and fierce.
The elder clearly did not expect Qu Si Yang's sudden appearance and was caught off guard, retreating repeatedly.
A flicker of panic crossed his eyes as he underestimated Qu Si Yang's strength.
"Damn it!" the elder cursed angrily, hastily channeling dark energy within him to fend off Qu Si Yang's assault.
The black energy surged around him like a roaring beast, exuding an oppressive aura that was suffocating.
Two powerful energies collided within the cave, producing a deafening roar that caused the entire cavern to tremble violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Rubble continuously fell from the ceiling, dust swirling and obscuring the light.
At this critical moment, Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and summoned every ounce of strength to channel the little remaining true essence within him, which flickered like a candle in the wind.
This true essence roared and surged through his meridians like a long-caged beast, violently crashing against the dark energy that tightly bound it.
Xuan Yang could clearly sense that the true essence within him resembled a massive volcano on the verge of eruption, accumulating an overwhelming and terrifying power.
Each drop of true essence felt like burning magma—fiery and violent—waiting for the right moment to erupt completely.
Finally, with a hoarse roar, Xuan Yang shouted, “Break for me!” In an instant, his true essence erupted like a volcano, breaking through the heavy shackles and restraints imposed by the dark energy with unstoppable force.
In that moment, an unparalleled surge of power surged within him. This unprecedented feeling made Xuan Yang feel as if he had been reborn, filled with an inexhaustible strength.
He suddenly stood up from the ground, chest out and head held high, reveling in the robust energy that flowed joyfully through him once more.
At this moment, his Dual Eyes sparkled with a sharp brilliance, resembling two blades capable of cutting through any obstacle.
Xuan Yang was like a phoenix reborn from the flames, radiating boundless vitality and an indomitable fighting spirit.
“Old man, today is your end!” Xuan Yang coldly snorted. Before his words faded, his figure vanished like a ghost.
His speed was beyond imagination, akin to a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky. In the blink of an eye, he silently appeared behind the elder.
Without hesitation, Xuan Yang swung his iron fist—veins bulging and infused with earth-shattering power—striking fiercely at the elder's back.
This punch carried all his strength; it was unstoppable, like a powerful cannonball crashing into its target.
Caught off guard, the elder was hit by Xuan Yang's punch and let out a scream as he spat out blood and was sent flying backward.
He crashed heavily to the ground, struggling to rise but realizing he was gravely injured.
Xuan Yang, emboldened by his advantage, charged forward once more, unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks upon the old man. His fists moved like a tempest, a whirlwind of strikes that dazzled the eye.
Each punch carried the weight of thunder, as if he intended to completely crush the elder.
The old man was left with no means to retaliate, forced into a defensive stance as the sound of cracking bones echoed around him, suggesting he might fall apart at any moment.
Fear and despair filled his eyes; he knew he had already lost.
"Stop!" the old man finally pleaded, unable to contain his desperation. "I was wrong, spare my life!" His voice trembled with supplication.
"It’s too late to beg for mercy now!" Xuan Yang scoffed coldly, showing no mercy as he continued his assault.
He would not let this villain, who had harmed Qu Si Yang and sought to seize his power, escape unpunished.
At that moment, a violent tremor shook the cave's ceiling, sending countless stones crashing down from above.
The cave seemed on the verge of collapse, threatening to cave in at any second.
"This is bad; the cave is going to collapse!" Qu Si Yang exclaimed, quickly grabbing Xuan Yang and pulling him toward the exit.
She knew that if they didn’t escape soon, they would be buried alive.
Xuan Yang wasted no time and followed Qu Si Yang as they raced toward freedom.
They sprinted swiftly, dodging the falling debris around them.
Just as they escaped the cave, it completely caved in, burying the old man beneath the rubble.
Dust filled the air, blotting out the sun as if the apocalypse had arrived.
Standing outside the cave, Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang looked at the ruins before them, their hearts heavy with mixed emotions.
They had finally escaped with their lives, but this battle had exacted a heavy toll.
Xuan Yang was gravely injured, his true essence nearly depleted.
He felt utterly weak, as if he could collapse at any moment.
Qu Si Yang had also sustained serious injuries; her face was pale and her breath faint.
Her white garments were stained with dust and blood, making her look particularly disheveled.
"Si Yang, are you alright?" Xuan Yang asked with concern.
His heart was filled with worry, fearing that something might happen to Qu Si Yang.
Qu Si Yang shook her head and forced a smile, saying, "I'm fine. What about you?" Her smile was somewhat strained but filled with tenderness.
"I'm fine too," Xuan Yang replied. "As long as we're both alive, that's enough." He held Qu Si Yang's hand tightly, feeling a surge of gratitude within him.
They exchanged a smile, their eyes reflecting the joy of having survived a calamity together.
They understood that their bond had grown stronger through this life-and-death trial.
However, what they did not know was that the real danger was only just beginning...
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