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Xuan Yang gripped the pitch-black energy sphere tightly in both hands, raising it high above his head.
This Black Energy resembled a Death Scythe from hell, flickering with a chilling light that sent shivers down the spine, brimming with endless killing intent. It seemed poised to strike down with the force of thunder, ready to end the Lord of Shadows' life 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 a tidal wave, striking him with overwhelming might.
With a dull thud, Xuan Yang was sent flying as if struck by an unseen giant hand. He soared through the air like a kite with its string cut, tracing an arc before crashing heavily to the ground far away.
As Xuan Yang's body collided violently with the earth, dust erupted into the air, obscuring everything in sight.
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 shocking and beautiful flower of blood.
"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 was accompanied by searing pain that penetrated to his bones, nearly suffocating him.
Despite this agony, he gritted his teeth and raised his head defiantly, fixing his gaze on the distant Lord of Shadows. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and deep confusion.
Where did this strange power come from?
Why did it suddenly 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 now; he needed to find a way to confront the unfathomable 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 emerged completely unscathed; even the hem of his black robe showed no signs of wrinkling.
He tilted his chin slightly, a cold smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. That icy 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 that such trivial means can easily defeat me?
It's nothing but a foolish dream, far too naive!"
The Lord of Shadows smirked slightly, revealing a cold and contemptuous smile as he mockingly spoke.
Though his voice was not loud, each word pierced through Xuan Yang's heart like a razor-sharp blade, bringing with it a bone-chilling pain and coldness.
The disdain in his words was unmistakable, as if in his eyes, Xuan Yang was merely a self-important fool attempting to challenge authority.
"Why... how... are you able to do this..." Xuan Yang's face was as pale as paper, his body swaying unsteadily. He pressed a trembling hand against his chest, struggling to force out a few words through clenched teeth.
At that moment, his breath was erratic, and he appeared extremely weak and powerless, his tone filled with deep confusion and bewilderment.
Just moments ago, he had clearly held the upper hand, victory within reach; but why had he suddenly been thrown back by an overwhelming force he could not resist?
There had to be some enormous 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 crossed his arms and looked down at Xuan Yang with an air of superiority, speaking arrogantly.
At the same time, a chilling light flickered in his deep-set eyes, resembling an Evil Spirit lurking in the dark abyss, ready to devour any life that dared to approach.
"My Shadow Puppets have awakened... The terrifying power they contain is beyond what a small character like you can contend with."
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead as he endured the waves of excruciating pain coursing through him. He tried desperately to summon the nearly exhausted power within him once more.
However, the previous heavy injuries made his efforts exceedingly difficult; each attempt felt like it drained every ounce of energy from his body.
"So what?" The Lord of Shadows interrupted him harshly. "Do you think you're the only one with the power of Shadow Puppets? How naive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful Shadow Power 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 grew paler, devoid of any color, resembling that of a corpse.
The Dual Eyes transformed into a deep black, like an endless abyss, swallowing all surrounding light.
A suffocating sense of oppression spread through the air, as if the entire world were 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 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, forming a massive black vortex that seemed ready to consume everything.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had struck. Countless Black Shadows emerged from beneath the earth, like Evil Spirits 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 shrieks.
Their numbers were overwhelming, densely packed together, nearly obscuring the entire sky and forming a terrifying black ocean.
"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 an unsettling aura of evil.
"Exactly," Lord of Shadows replied smugly, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "These are all 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!" he 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 said firmly, her eyes filled with determination. "I want to fight alongside you!"
"You..." Xuan Yang started to respond, but was interrupted by Qu Si Yang.
"Don't say anything. I won't abandon you!" Qu Si Yang declared, her tone resolute and without a hint of hesitation.
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 warmth and inspiration. 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 resonated throughout the ruins of the dilapidated temple, reverberating in every corner.
In that instant, the lingering sound caused the surrounding crumbling walls to tremble slightly.
With a swift motion of his hands, a powerful force surged 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 Lord of Shadows' Puppet Army surged forward like a relentless tide.
As soon as they clashed, it erupted into a breathtaking life-and-death struggle.
In an instant, the air was filled with cries of battle; blades clashed and energy collided, creating thunderous roars that echoed into 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 of the enemy. Despite being surrounded by countless Shadow Puppets, their figures appeared small and lonely.
However, the unwavering determination in their eyes and their unyielding stances resembled flickering candle flames in the darkness. No matter how fiercely the storm raged, they continued to burn brightly, refusing to be extinguished.
Yet, the number of the Lord of Shadows' Puppet Army was overwhelmingly vast. They surged forward in an endless tide, like a relentless flood with no end in sight.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang fought valiantly, but gradually began to feel overwhelmed.
Their bodies were already covered in wounds of various sizes, blood flowing continuously 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 true essence were rapidly depleting.
Sweat mixed with blood streamed down their cheeks, dripping onto the ground and splattering tiny droplets of crimson.
Their breaths grew increasingly labored, movements slowing down as they struggled to withstand 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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