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In a moment of peril, Xuan Yang felt a fierce wind rush at his back, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, cold and deadly.
Lu Zhiyuan's face, once handsome, twisted grotesquely like an Evil Spirit. His fingers curled like claws, nails glinting with a chilling light that sent shivers down the spine, poised to pierce Xuan Yang's heart.
"Xuan Yang!" Qu Si Yang watched in horror, her heart wrenched as she cried out, her voice 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. This feeling was a hundred times more painful than death.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed by like a ghost, too quick to catch, leaving only an afterimage. Lu Zhiyuan's form abruptly halted, as if frozen by an unseen power or paused like a scene in a movie, eerily still.
Xuan Yang felt a chill run down his spine as the breath of death brushed past him; the cold sensation lingered on his skin, making him shiver involuntarily.
With his heart racing, he turned around to see a mysterious figure cloaked in black standing behind him. The wide hood obscured the figure'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 asked coldly, his tone laced with caution and a barely perceptible tremor.
The mysterious figure did not answer but merely cast a disdainful glance at him, their expression one of contempt as if regarding an insignificant ant.
A chill ran down Lu Zhiyuan's spine as an inexplicable fear surged within him. It felt as though an invisible hand was 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 series of questions flooded 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 there was no time for contemplation; the only way out was to defeat this enigmatic figure. Black Energy surged from within him like a tidal wave, carrying the essence of destruction as it swept toward the mysterious figure. The air crackled with a sizzling sound wherever it passed, as if being corroded.
The mysterious figure moved in an instant, vanishing from sight like a ghost, leaving Lu Zhiyuan bewildered. Their speed was so incredible that they left only an afterimage behind while their true self 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 reappeared behind him silently like a specter. With one palm striking Lu Zhiyuan's back gently—like caressing a lover's cheek—the power contained within was enough to obliterate everything.
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 and his breath grew weak as if he were on the brink of death. He struggled to rise but found that every bone in his body felt shattered and he could muster no strength at all.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were stunned. They never expected this mysterious person to be so powerful, defeating Lu Zhiyuan with a single strike. This was simply unbelievable! After all, Lu Zhiyuan was the leader of the Shadow Force, renowned for his strength throughout the Ability world. Yet this mysterious individual had taken him down effortlessly.
"What... what is going on?" Xuan Yang muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes vigorously, questioning whether he was hallucinating.
"Run!" The mysterious person turned to Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang, speaking urgently. "The Shadow Force army is coming. You are no match for them; you need to escape!"
It was only then that Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang snapped back to reality. They dared not delay, quickly supporting each other as they rushed toward the cave entrance.
The mysterious figure stood still, watching their retreating backs with a complex mix of emotions—concern, reluctance, and a hint of quiet anticipation.
Suddenly, a cacophony of footsteps shattered the underground silence, 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 with malice and bloodlust, resembling a pack of ravenous beasts.
"Kill him!" shouted the leader of the black-clad figures, pointing at the mysterious person. His voice was hoarse and grating, akin to sandpaper scraping against skin, making it unpleasant to hear.
The Shadow Force members charged forward, launching their attacks at 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 in an instant, vanishing from sight like a ghost as he weaved through the crowd. His movements were erratic and unpredictable, making it impossible for the Shadow Force members to land a hit; they couldn't even graze his clothing.
He struck with lightning speed, each blow lethal and infused with immense power that was impossible to resist. Sometimes he transformed his palm into a blade; other times he struck with fists like hammers. Each attack generated gusts of wind that tore through the surrounding air. In no time at all, several Shadow Force members lay defeated at his feet—some cleaved in half by a single strike, others crushed with devastating force.
The remaining Shadow Force members were left dumbfounded. They had not anticipated that this mysterious individual could be so formidable, taking on ten opponents without breaking a sweat. They exchanged glances, fear and hesitation evident in their eyes.
Panic began to set in; they regretted coming here. This was not a mission; it felt like a death sentence! Had they known this mysterious person was so powerful, they would never have come!
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" The leader of the black-clad figures realized the dire situation and ordered a withdrawal. He understood that if things continued this way, they would all perish here.
The Shadow Force members felt as if they had been granted a reprieve and turned to flee from the underground space, sprinting faster than rabbits in fear that lingering too long would result in being killed by that mysterious figure.
The mysterious person did not pursue them; he remained where he was, watching their panicked escape with a cold smile playing on his lips, as if mocking their overestimation of themselves.
He slowly raised his head to gaze at the cave ceiling, his eyes filled with complex emotions—concern, anticipation, and a touch of sorrow.
"Puppet Master, you are finally awakening..." His voice was soft, barely audible—only he could hear it.
The underground space fell silent once more, with the mysterious figure standing alone like a Guardian Deity, watching over this enigmatic land. He stood there like a statue, motionless, save for the black cloak that fluttered gently in the air.
In the distance, the sounds of battle echoed; it was the Shadow Force's army hunting down the survivors.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang fought desperately, but their strength was 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, her despair creeping in.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Xuan Yang tightly grasped Qu Si Yang's hand, transferring his strength to her. "We will definitely make it out alive!"
"But... but there are too many of them; we are no match for them!" Tears streamed down Qu Si Yang's face as fear overwhelmed her; 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; to back down would mean certain death.
Just then, a figure appeared before them, blocking their path.
It was the Shadow.
His eyes were filled with greed and murderous intent, like a hungry wolf fixating on its prey, sending chills down their spines.
"Puppet Heart is mine!" The Shadow's voice was hoarse and deep, like a beast growling low. "Hand over the Puppet Heart, and I might spare your lives!"
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