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At the critical moment, Xuan Yang felt a fierce wind rushing from behind, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, cold and deadly.
Lu Zhiyuan's face, once handsome, was now twisted like a demon's. His fingers curled like claws, nails glinting with a chilling light, poised to pierce Xuan Yang's back.
"Xuan Yang!" Qu Si Yang watched in horror, her heart-wrenching cries filled with despair and helplessness. She wanted to rush forward but was held back by an invisible force, powerless to stop the tragic scene unfolding before her. The feeling was a hundred times more painful than death.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed by like a ghost, too fast to capture, leaving only an afterimage. Lu Zhiyuan's movement abruptly halted as if he had been frozen by an unseen force, his figure eerily still like a paused film.
Xuan Yang felt a chill run down his spine as the breath of death brushed past him; the cold sensation lingered on his skin, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
In a state of shock, he turned around and saw a mysterious figure cloaked in black standing behind him. The wide hood obscured the person's face, revealing only a sharp chin. This person had blocked Lu Zhiyuan's lethal strike.
The mysterious figure slowly lifted their head, revealing deep-set eyes that resembled dark pools or twinkling stars in the night sky—mysterious and unfathomable.
"Who are you?" Lu Zhiyuan's voice was icy, laced with caution and a barely perceptible tremor.
The mysterious figure did not answer but merely glanced at him with disdain and contempt, as if regarding an insignificant ant.
A chill ran down Lu Zhiyuan's spine as an inexplicable fear welled up within him, like an invisible hand tightening around his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
He sensed that this mysterious person possessed unfathomable strength. Who were they? Why were they here? Were they friend or foe? A torrent of questions surged in Lu Zhiyuan's mind, filling him with agitation.
"Lu Zhiyuan, your opponent is me," the mysterious figure said calmly, as if stating an inconsequential fact or declaring an established truth.
"Hmph, arrogant!" Lu Zhiyuan shouted angrily. He suppressed his fear and launched another attack. He knew this was not the time for contemplation; his only way out was to defeat this mysterious figure. Black energy surged from his body like a tidal wave, carrying the aura of destruction as it swept toward the mysterious person. The air crackled with sizzling sounds as if it were being corroded.
The mysterious figure moved in an instant, vanishing from sight like a ghost. Their speed was so great that they left only an afterimage behind while their true form appeared elsewhere.
Lu Zhiyuan's attack missed its mark. Alarmed, he quickly scanned his surroundings for any trace of the mysterious figure. His eyes darted across every corner, not daring to overlook any detail.
Suddenly, the mysterious figure appeared behind him silently like a specter. With a gentle yet powerful motion that felt like caressing a lover's cheek, they struck Lu Zhiyuan on the back.
Lu Zhiyuan let out a muffled groan as his body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
"Poof!" Lu Zhiyuan spat out blood; his face turned pale as paper, breath weak as if he could die at any moment. He struggled to rise but found that every bone in his body felt shattered; he could muster no strength at all.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were both stunned. They never expected this mysterious person to be so powerful, defeating Lu Zhiyuan with a single strike. This was simply unbelievable! Lu Zhiyuan was the leader of the Shadow Force, renowned for his strength throughout the ability world. Yet this mysterious individual had bested him effortlessly.
"What... what is going on?" Xuan Yang muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes vigorously, doubting whether he was hallucinating.
"Run!" The mysterious figure turned to Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang, urgency lacing his voice. "The Shadow Force's army is on its way. You are no match for them; you must escape!"
Only then did Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang snap back to reality. They dared not delay, quickly supporting each other as they dashed toward the cave entrance.
The mysterious figure stood still, watching their retreating figures with a mix of complex emotions—concern, reluctance, and a hint of faint hope.
At that moment, a cacophony of footsteps shattered the underground space's tranquility, sounding like a death knell that sent chills down their spines. A group of black-clad members from the Shadow Force surged into the underground space like a tidal wave, their faces twisted in rage, exuding an aura of bloodlust akin to a pack of feral beasts.
"Kill him!" shouted the leader among them, pointing at the mysterious figure. His voice was hoarse and grating, reminiscent of sandpaper scraping against wood, making it unpleasant to hear.
The members of the Shadow Force charged forward, launching an assault on the mysterious figure. Some wielded weapons while others unleashed various abilities. In an instant, the entire underground space was filled with energy fluctuations, a riot of colors intertwining to create a bizarre yet spectacular scene.
The mysterious figure moved swiftly, vanishing from sight like a phantom as he weaved through the crowd. His movements were erratic and elusive, making it impossible for the Shadow Force members to land even a glancing blow on him.
He struck with lightning speed, each attack lethal and imbued with immense power that was impossible to withstand. Sometimes he transformed his palm into a blade; other times he struck with fists like hammers. With every blow, gusts of wind erupted around him, tearing through the air. In no time at all, several members of the Shadow Force lay defeated at his feet—some cleaved in half by a single strike, others crushed under devastating punches, their deaths gruesome and horrific.
The remaining members of the Shadow Force were left dumbfounded; they had never imagined this mysterious figure could be so formidable—taking on ten opponents without breaking a sweat. They exchanged glances and saw fear and hesitation reflected in each other's eyes.
Panic began to set in; regret washed over them for having come here. This wasn’t executing a mission; it was akin to walking into death! Had they known how powerful this mysterious person was, they would have never dared to come!
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" The leader realized the dire situation and hastily ordered a withdrawal. He understood that if this continued, they would all perish here.
The members of the Shadow Force felt as if they had been granted amnesty; they turned and fled from the underground space at breakneck speed, each one running faster than a rabbit, terrified that if they lagged behind they would be killed by that mysterious figure.
The mysterious figure did not pursue them but remained where he was, watching their panicked escape with a cold smile playing at his lips as if mocking their foolishness.
He slowly lifted his gaze toward the cave ceiling, his eyes filled with complex emotions—concern, anticipation, and a touch of sorrow.
"Puppet Master, you are finally about to awaken..." His voice was barely above a whisper, soft enough for only himself to hear.
The underground space returned to silence, with the mysterious figure standing alone, resembling a guardian spirit protecting this enigmatic land. He stood there like a statue, motionless, with only the black cloak around him gently fluttering.
In the distance, the sounds of battle echoed; it was the forces of the Shadows hunting down the survivors.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang fought desperately, but their strength was gradually waning. They stood back to back, vigilantly watching the enemies surrounding them.
“Xuan Yang, do you think… do you think we can make it out alive?” Qu Si Yang's voice trembled slightly; she was on the brink of despair.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here!” Xuan Yang tightly grasped Qu Si Yang's hand, transferring strength to her. “We will definitely make it out alive!”
“But… but there are too many of them; we’re no match for them at all!” Tears streamed down Qu Si Yang's face as she struggled to hold back her fear. She was terrified of never seeing her loved ones again.
“What are you afraid of? Let’s fight them!” Xuan Yang shouted fiercely. He knew that at this moment, retreat was not an option; once they backed down, it would only lead to death.
Just then, a figure appeared before them, blocking their path.
It was a Shadow.
His eyes were filled with greed and murderous intent, like a hungry wolf fixating on its prey, sending chills down their spines.
“The Heart of the Puppet Master is mine!” The Shadow's voice was hoarse and deep, like a beast growling. “Hand over the Heart of the Puppet Master, and I may spare your lives!”
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