Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Swords flashed, blades clashed, and four figures engaged in a fierce duel with their own shadows. Wei Ying wielded the Blue Moon, each swing carrying a fierce aura that seemed to rend the very air. His figure appeared exceptionally agile in the battle, as if merging with the Blue Moon, transforming into streaks of blue lightning.

Fen Hua, on the other hand, appeared even more composed. The spear in his hand, "Fen Tian," traced a series of fiery trails through the mist. Each strike was accompanied by a blazing flame, as if to incinerate all the shadows that stood in his way.

Meng Yao, on the other hand, was like a wise man. Although his swordsmanship wasn't as wild as Fen Hua's, it was full of precision and delicacy. Each strike of his swordsmanship perfectly struck Shadow's vital points, as if silently revealing the wisdom of battle.

Xue Yang, on the other hand, appeared even more cunning, his swordsmanship possessing an eerie agility. Each attack was unpredictable, as if he were playing a dangerous game with shadows. A sly smile perpetually played on his lips, as if he were enjoying the thrill of the battle.

As the battle continued, the four figures loomed in the mist, as if merging into this mysterious space. Their movements became more and more skillful, as if they had found the rhythm of fighting their own shadows.

"boom!"

The light was blazing, and countless rays of light shot up into the sky, blinding everyone.

The air surged and danced like a black cloud. With a loud "boom", wood and rocks flew into the air. Fen Hua was blown away by the fierce attack of his own shadow.

He fell heavily to the ground. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and quickly got up, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light.

"Fen Hua, are you okay?" Wei Ying asked with concern, the blue moon in his hand still emitting a dazzling light.

Fen Hua shook his head and replied firmly, "I'm fine, you guys continue, don't worry about me."

"Okay, be careful." Wei Ying nodded and turned his attention back to his battle.

"Be careful, don't be fooled by your own shadows! They can instantly transform into the person you care about," Fen Hua warned loudly. His spear, "Fen Tian," drew fiery arcs through the air, repelling the approaching shadows. If it hadn't been for the shadow's trick, he wouldn't have been sent flying.

A serious look flashed in Meng Yao's eyes. He knew full well how difficult this battle would be. He said gravely, "Everyone, be careful! These shadows will exploit our weaknesses and fears to attack us."

Following Fen Hua's reminder, the four of them became more alert. They began to observe their own shadows more carefully, trying to find any flaws in them.

A sly glint flashed in Xue Yang's eyes, and he suddenly changed his battle strategy. Instead of engaging the shadow head-on, he used his agility to constantly move around it, looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Wei Ying, on the other hand, focused even more on his own battle rhythm. His Blue Moon danced more skillfully in his hands, each swing carrying a fierce momentum. He began to try to synchronize his attack with the shadow's rhythm, looking for opportunities to find a breakthrough in the opponent's offensive.

Meng Yao, on the other hand, was calmer and more composed. His swordsmanship became more refined, and each attack was like a silent conversation with the shadow. He began to take advantage of the gaps between the shadow's attacks, cleverly neutralizing the opponent's offensive and delivering a fatal blow at the critical moment.

After experiencing a defeat, Fen Hua became more resilient. He no longer rushed to attack, but instead focused on defense, waiting for the moment when the shadows would reveal a flaw. His spear, "Fen Tian," danced more steadily in his hand, and each strike was ignited by a blazing flame, as if to incinerate all the shadows that stood in his way.

As time passed, the four gradually adapted to the rhythm of their battles with their shadows. They began to work more and more tacitly, supporting each other and jointly facing seemingly unsolvable problems. As the battle progressed, their rapport grew stronger and stronger, as if they had found a way to defeat their own shadows. Finally, with a perfectly coordinated attack, the four simultaneously struck their respective shadows' vital points, and the blurry figures gradually dissipated into the mist.

As the shadow dissipated, the four finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other, their eyes filled with relief and joy. They knew that this battle was not only a test of the body, but also a test of the soul.