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Xuan Yang felt as if the world around him was spinning wildly, engulfed in a darkness that seemed to swallow everything whole.
It was like being unceremoniously tossed into a giant washing machine, his body completely losing control as it tumbled and churned with a terrifying force.
Each rotation made him dizzy, his insides twisted and contorted as if they were being crushed to pieces.
The food and stomach acid within him surged uncontrollably, crashing towards his throat like a tumultuous wave.
That overwhelming urge to vomit felt like a ferocious beast, desperately trying to break free from its cage.
But Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, summoning every ounce of strength to suppress it, fearing that if he opened his mouth, everything would come spewing out.
"Damn that Old Guy for being so ruthless!" Xuan Yang cursed inwardly.
He struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, wanting to see what was happening around him, but all he could perceive was an endless expanse of chaotic darkness.
The darkness was thick as ink, making it impossible to discern direction, as if he had plunged into an unfathomable abyss.
It felt alive, like slippery serpents slowly coiling around him, tightening their grip on his chest.
Xuan Yang found it increasingly difficult to breathe; each breath felt like it had to break through layers of obstruction before reaching his lungs.
The air grew alarmingly thin, nearly suffocating him.
"What the hell does that old man want?" Xuan Yang cursed angrily.
Despite the torment his body endured, he refused to give up the fight.
He endured the extreme 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 flowing through his meridians.
However, just as this energy emerged, it vanished like pebbles tossed into a vast ocean, unable to coalesce into any effective force to counter the external pressure.
Meanwhile, a strange and inexplicable energy quietly surged forth.
This energy was cold and eerie, as if it emanated from the icy depths of the Nine Nether Hell, akin to a swarm of tiny insects recklessly scuttling and gnawing within Xuan Yang's body.
Wherever it passed, it brought waves of excruciating pain that made him unable to suppress his groans of agony.
"Give up, kid." A chilling voice echoed in the darkness, like a serpent flicking its tongue, sending shivers down his spine. "You can never be a match for the Old Man."
The voice dripped with mockery, as if it were a cat playing with a mouse.
It was the old man!
A heavy weight settled in Xuan Yang's heart; he realized he had fallen into a desperate situation, much like prey ensnared in a spider's web, waiting for death to arrive.
He gritted his teeth, striving to remain calm, knowing 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 hint of defiance.
"Hehe, I merely wish to borrow your power," the old man replied with a sinister laugh, his tone brimming with greed and desire.
The terrifying laughter echoed like the mournful cries of an owl in the dead of night, piercing through the ears and sending chills down one's spine.
"Borrow my power?"
At these words, Xuan Yang's heart jolted. A horrifying thought surged into his mind: could this old fiend be attempting to seize my Shadow Puppet?
Just thinking about the overwhelming power contained within the Shadow Puppet made Xuan Yang's heart sink. A profound despair quickly engulfed him like a rising tide.
"Haha, exactly."
The old man seemed to see right through Xuan Yang's innermost thoughts.
A sly smile crept onto his lips as he continued, "That Shadow Puppet of yours possesses an overwhelming power. If I could claim it for myself, it wouldn't just be a mere village; dominating an entire region would be a piece of cake!"
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 his dominance.
"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, every muscle in his body taut from exertion, every hair standing on end.
However, no matter how hard he fought against that strange energy, it was like an insignificant ant trying to shake a towering tree—utterly futile.
"Ha! Don't waste your energy, kid!" The old man sneered at the sight. "Right now, you're just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping block, completely at Old Man's mercy. You can only obediently follow my lead!"
As his words echoed in the air, a wild laughter filled the space once more, reverberating endlessly as if proclaiming to the world that his victory was already a foregone conclusion.
A surge of even darker energy flooded into Xuan Yang, piercing through his veins like countless steel needles, causing him unbearable pain.
This energy was chilling to the bone, as if it aimed 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 sent him into unconsciousness, yet he gritted his teeth stubbornly, refusing to yield.
In that moment of suffocating 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 voice was as beautiful as a lark emerging from the valley, drifting into Xuan Yang's ears like celestial music. It pulled him back from the depths of despair, akin to a parched 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 an instant, he felt as if a ray of hope pierced through the thick fog of endless darkness and illuminated him.
He had never expected that in this life-and-death moment, 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 with great difficulty in a weak voice.
The voice was as faint as a whisper, almost inaudible, yet the concern for Qu Si Yang within it was so intense that anyone could feel it clearly.
Without hesitation, Qu Si Yang responded, “Of course I’m here to save you!” Her voice was strong and resolute, as if it could pierce through the boundless darkness.
That voice was like a sharp bolt of lightning suddenly slicing across the sky, instantly tearing apart the thick darkness that enveloped them, and a brilliant light shone directly into Xuan Yang’s already cold heart, bringing endless warmth.
Immediately, a dazzling white light cleaved through the layers of darkness with tremendous force, much like the first ray of sunlight breaking through the night’s shroud at dawn, illuminating the entire dim and deep cave.
This white light was so pure and solemn, radiating 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 celestial being descending from the heavens, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.
Her white garments were spotless, resembling a blooming lotus flower that emitted a sacred glow.
“Si Yang, be careful!” Xuan Yang quickly warned. He knew the old man’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 on a winter day, warming Xuan Yang’s heart.
Qu Si Yang swung her longsword and launched a fierce attack against the old man. The sword light flickered like silver snakes dancing wildly, dazzling to behold.
Her movements were graceful like a fluttering butterfly, each strike precise and fierce.
The old man clearly did not expect Qu Si Yang to appear so suddenly; he was caught off guard and had to retreat repeatedly.
A hint of panic flashed in his eyes as he evidently underestimated Qu Si Yang's strength.
“Damn it!” the old man cursed angrily and quickly summoned the dark energy within him to fend off Qu Si Yang's assault.
The Black Energy swirled around him like a roaring beast, exuding an oppressive sense of suffocation.
Two powerful energies collided within the cave, producing a deafening roar that made the entire cavern tremble violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Debris fell continuously from the ceiling, and dust filled the air, obscuring everything in sight.
At this critical moment, Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and summoned every ounce of strength he had left to channel the meager 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 feel that the true essence within him was like a massive volcano on the verge of eruption, steadily accumulating an overwhelming and terrifying power.
Each drop of true essence felt like burning magma—fiery and ferocious—waiting for the right moment to explode completely.
Finally, accompanied by Xuan Yang's hoarse roar of anger, "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 outstretched, reveling in the mighty force that began to flow joyfully through him once more.
At this moment, a sharp brilliance flickered in his Dual Eyes, resembling two blades capable of cutting through all obstacles.
Xuan Yang was like a phoenix reborn from the flames, radiating endless vitality and an indomitable fighting spirit.
"Old Guy, today is your end!" Xuan Yang coldly snorted. Before his voice faded, his figure vanished from sight like a ghost.
His speed was astonishing, akin to a lightning bolt slicing through the night sky. In the blink of an eye, he silently appeared behind the old man.
Without hesitation, Xuan Yang swung his iron fist—veins bulging and containing earth-shattering power—viciously striking toward the old man's back.
This punch carried all of his strength; it was unstoppable, like a powerful cannonball crashing into its target.
Caught off guard, the old man was struck 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 and struggled to get up but realized 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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