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The black vortex, resembling the Abyssal Maw, slowly opened, exuding an oppressive aura that was suffocating. The air around seemed to solidify, heavy enough to make breathing difficult. The gentle breeze that once flowed through the valley had turned violent, like countless vengeful spirits howling, swirling fallen leaves and dust into small tornadoes.
A chill more sinister and malevolent than shadow itself surged from the vortex, sweeping across the entire valley. This aura felt as if it carried the cold of hell, instantly freezing the moisture in the air and forming a thin layer of frost throughout the valley. Xuan Yang could even sense this presence attempting to invade his body, corroding his soul, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
"What... what the hell is this?!" Xuan Yang couldn't help but curse, feeling his breath becoming labored, his heart pounding violently as if it would leap from his chest. He instinctively tightened his grip on his weapon, beads of sweat forming in his palms.
This power far exceeded any enemy he had encountered before, even stronger than the Lord of Shadows by several folds. The overwhelming pressure felt like a mountain pressing down on him, nearly suffocating him. He felt like a tiny ant facing an oncoming giant wheel, filled with a sense of helplessness.
Fear surged like a tidal wave in his heart, almost consuming him. He struggled to control his emotions, reminding himself not to panic, but his body trembled uncontrollably.
"This is bad; it's a more powerful enemy! Damn it, why are they here again?!" Lu Zhiyuan's face changed dramatically, his voice filled with terror and unease. His already wrinkled face seemed even more contorted at that moment, resembling old tree bark.
Having lived for so long, he had never witnessed such formidable power. This force surpassed his understanding and filled him with profound despair. He began to doubt whether all his previous efforts had been in vain.
A chill ran up everyone's spine as dread spread through the crowd. Each person felt an unprecedented pressure weighing down on them.
They had not anticipated that there were even stronger enemies lurking in the shadows beyond the Shadow Force. This sudden turn of events completely disrupted their plans and left them in a passive position.
This power was like a demon from hell, brimming with destruction and despair. It loomed over everyone like a massive shadow, making them feel suffocated.
Could this be the crisis Lu Zhiyuan spoke of that was about to arrive? Would all their efforts ultimately dissolve into nothingness?
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, striving to remain calm. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his frantic emotions. He knew that fear would only render him weaker and more powerless.
He had to pull himself together; he needed to find a way to confront the crisis before him. He could not give up like this; he still had people to protect and unfinished missions.
Taking another deep breath, he focused all his attention on the enemy before him. He carefully observed the changes in the black vortex, searching for any sign of weakness.
The black vortex continued to expand, as if it aimed to swallow the entire world. Its rotation accelerated, emitting a heart-stopping howl like a hungry beast greedily consuming everything around it.
A vague figure slowly emerged from the Vortex Center. It was tall and imposing, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. It resembled an ancient deity, radiating endless majesty and power, looking down upon everything in the world.
Its face was obscured, but the malevolence emanating from it was palpable. That malice felt almost tangible, pressing against everyone's nerves and making them feel breathless. It was like invisible spikes piercing their hearts, sending waves of sharp pain coursing through them.
"What... what kind of monster is this?!" Xuan Yang was filled with confusion and fear. This power surpassed his understanding, leaving him feeling deeply powerless. He felt like a small boat facing a towering wave, ready to capsize at any moment.
He didn't know how to respond or how to protect himself and those around him. All he could do was grip his weapon tightly, preparing for battle.
"Everyone be careful! This thing is incredibly sinister!" Lu Zhiyuan shouted, urging everyone to get ready for combat. His voice was filled with urgency and concern, but more than that, it carried a sense of determination.
He knew that a fierce battle was inevitable. He understood they were about to face an immensely powerful enemy. Yet he did not back down, for he knew he must fight to protect himself and those around him.
The group drew their weapons, standing ready for the confrontation. Blades glimmered, staffs flickered with energy, and arrows were nocked—an atmosphere of impending slaughter filled the air. They resembled warriors preparing to charge into battle, brimming with fighting spirit and resolve.
In the valley, the once fresh air now felt thick with tension and oppression. The scent of gunpowder lingered in the atmosphere, as if a cataclysmic battle could erupt at any moment.
The figure within the black vortex became increasingly clear. It was a mysterious person clad in a long black robe, wearing a black hood. He appeared as a messenger from hell, bringing with him the aura of death.
His face was hidden beneath the hood, obscuring his features. Yet from the aura surrounding him, one could sense his strength and malevolence. That presence felt like a demon from hell, filled with destruction and despair.
"You will all become my sacrifices!" The mysterious figure spoke slowly, his voice deep and hoarse, like a demon whispering from the depths of hell. His words carried an unusual power that seemed capable of penetrating souls, instilling profound fear.
"Damn it, stop with the theatrics! I’m not afraid of you!" Xuan Yang shouted angrily as he commanded the Shadow Puppet to charge at the mysterious figure. The fire of rage within him blazed fiercely.
He was filled with anger and defiance. He refused to be anyone's sacrifice; he only wanted to protect himself and those around him. He felt like an enraged lion, driven by a desire to fight.
The Shadow Puppet surged toward the mysterious figure like a tide of darkness, moving with lightning speed. They darted across the battlefield like black phantoms, emitting wails that echoed through the air.
The mysterious figure let out a cold snort and extended his hand, gently waving it. A beam of black light shot from his palm, instantly shattering all the Shadow Puppets. The light resembled the scythe of death, reaping all life in its path.
The Shadow Puppets disintegrated into thin air, as if severed by a sharp blade. They collapsed like a swarm of punctured balloons, losing all their power in an instant.
Xuan Yang felt a jolt of alarm within him; he knew he was facing an unprecedented foe. The power of this mysterious figure exceeded anything he could have imagined. He felt like a mere mortal standing before the vastness of the starry sky, overwhelmed by insignificance and helplessness.
He had to find a way; he had to discover the opponent's weakness. He could not give up like this; he had to continue fighting.
At that moment, he sensed a force awakening within him. This power came from deep within his heart, from the depths of his soul.
That force was Shadow Resonance!
In that instant, his Golden Finger finally awakened!
A surge of powerful energy erupted from his body, sweeping through the entire valley like an unstoppable volcanic eruption. It surged forth like a torrential flood, breaking through all obstacles in its path.
Xuan Yang felt his body brimming with strength, as if he could control everything around him. He felt like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, filled with vitality and hope.
He lifted his head and looked at the mysterious figure, his eyes filled with confidence and determination. He resembled a warrior ready to embark on a journey, brimming with courage and resolve.
"Come on, let me see just how strong you really are!"
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