The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

With the evil leader's complete defeat, the dark aura that permeated the building slowly, piece by piece, began to dissipate like a shadow driven by a powerful force of light. The darkness, once thick as ink, filling every inch of the space, was now slowly torn apart by an invisible hand, wiping away, strand by strand, into nothingness. The terrifying atmosphere that had oppressed the entire space also gradually retreated from every corner, like the receding tide. This retreat of darkness was not sudden; it seemed to be driven away with great reluctance, attempting a final struggle as it departed. Occasionally, a small dark aura would hover in a corner for a moment before reluctantly vanishing.

Like an old friend reunited after a long absence, sunlight streamed in through the cracks and crevices of the building. These golden rays were faint at first, as if testing the waters of a place newly dominated by darkness. Cautiously, they crept into the dark crevices, like a newly arrived visitor, a touch shy and cautious. But soon, they grew stronger and brighter, as if inspired by something, spreading without restraint. The warmth of the sun gradually filled the building, dispelling the nauseating stench of decay and bringing a long-lost warmth and vitality to this once dark, damp structure, shrouded in the atmosphere of death and despair. Wherever the light touched, dust danced in the air, as if celebrating the departure of darkness and the arrival of light.

The three of us stood there in silence, the joy of victory not immediately overwhelming us. Although the evil leader had been defeated, our bodies felt as if they had undergone a tremendous catastrophe, scarred and wounded, and our spiritual power had been drained to the limit.

Senior Brother Chu Feng leaned against the wall, his body tilted slightly, as if trying to draw support from the wall. The wound on his chest was still bleeding slowly, and the blood dripped onto the ground drop by drop, forming a small scarlet stain. Each drop of blood seemed to speak of his bravery and sacrifice in battle. The longsword in his hand seemed to have lost its former brilliance, hanging limply on the ground, and a small cloud of dust splashed where the tip of the sword touched the ground. The blade no longer shone with a sharp light, but was covered with a dull color, as if it was saddened by the pain of its master.

Senior Sister Yun Yao wasn't much better off. Her spiritual energy had been nearly depleted in the previous battle, and now she could only rely on her tenacious willpower to barely support herself. Her body was like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. The ice sword in her hand had long since vanished, a symbol of her immense spiritual power. It was as if it had never appeared. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips devoid of any color, as if the winter had stripped her of all life. Her body trembled slightly, like a leaf swaying in the chill wind, each tremor a feeble struggle against exhaustion and weakness.

I was equally exhausted. The flaming spiritual energy within me was drained dry, as if washed away by a sudden storm. My body felt like a hollowed-out vessel, swaying and teetering on the brink of collapse, as if a gentle breeze could blow me over. My legs felt as heavy as lead, and every small step required every ounce of strength I possessed. My vision was blurry, and everything around me seemed shrouded in a haze, only vague outlines visible.

"We succeeded," I whispered, my voice as soft as a falling feather. This battle had been incredibly difficult. Every moment felt like walking a tightrope between life and death, filled with danger and uncertainty. Now, victory had arrived so suddenly, leaving me with a sense of unreality, as if in a dream. I sounded like I was recounting a story unrelated to myself, a hint of trance in my voice.

Senior Brother Chu Feng forced a smile upon hearing my words. It was like a flower struggling to bloom in the cold of winter; though a little forced, it was filled with relief. "Yes, but we paid a heavy price," he said, looking down at the horrifying wound on his chest. His eyes were filled with worry. We all knew that this battle had taken a severe toll on our bodies. Restoring spiritual energy is no easy task; it requires long hours of recuperation and practice. His brow furrowed slightly, as if he was contemplating how long and difficult the road to recovery would be.

Just as we were lost in our thoughts, a sudden clamor erupted from outside the building. It was like a surging tide, surging toward us from afar. We instantly became alert, our bodies instinctively entering combat mode. After the life-or-death battle we had just endured, our nerves were hypersensitive. Any slight movement could lead us to believe in new danger. Our eyes were filled with vigilance, our bodies slightly hunched, like cheetahs ready to pounce.

Soon, a group of righteous people streamed in. Their figures, shimmering in the sunlight, seemed remarkably bright. Their faces wore a variety of expressions: some were filled with surprise, like a glimmer of light in the darkness; others were filled with admiration and admiration for us. Their arrival was like a breath of fresh air, bringing a sense of relief to the tense atmosphere.

"You did it! You truly defeated this demon!" an elderly monk exclaimed excitedly. His voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement, like a child who had received a long-desired gift. His eyes darted back and forth between us, as if trying to confirm whether this was real. His face was filled with excitement, and his eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had personally participated in this great victory.

As soon as these righteous individuals entered, they set to work. Like a swarm of well-trained bees, each with their own distinct tasks. Some headed straight for the evil leader, their eyes filled with wariness and disgust, as if he were the most filthy being in the world. As they approached the evil leader, their steps became extremely cautious, their hands secretly gathering spiritual energy, ready to respond to any unexpected situation. They began to cast various spells. Some set up restrictions around the evil leader, like transparent barriers, shimmering with mysterious light, tightly trapping him and preventing him from suddenly waking up or escaping. Others prepared to take the evil leader to a safer place for further treatment. As they carried the evil leader, their movements were swift and careful, as if the slightest mistake could trigger a new disaster.

A number of righteous individuals approached us, their faces filled with concern. A female cultivator skilled in healing hurriedly approached Senior Brother Chu Feng. Her eyes were filled with concentration as she rapidly formed hand seals. As the seals were completed, a green spiritual light shone from her hands. The light was like the freshest sprouts of spring, brimming with vitality and energy. She carefully applied this green spiritual light to the wound on Senior Brother Chu Feng's chest. Like land revived by a long drought, the wound healed with visible speed. The wound, which had been slowly bleeding, gradually stopped bleeding under the green spiritual light, and the damaged skin began to heal. Her gaze was fixed on the wound, her expression serious and attentive, and the spiritual energy flowed steadily and continuously, like carving a fine work of art.

"How did you do it?" a young monk asked us curiously. His eyes sparkled, filled with curiosity about the battle. He leaned forward slightly, like a bird thirsting for knowledge. His gaze was fixed on us, filled with anticipation, as if the story we were about to tell was a breathtaking and legendary one.

I briefly recounted the battle. When I mentioned the dangerous formation, their eyes widened, their faces filled with wonder. It was as if they had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world. Their mouths opened slightly, forming a small "O," their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"You are truly brave, daring to attempt such a dangerous formation," a monk said. His voice was filled with admiration and a hint of fear. His gaze darted back and forth between the three of us, as if re-examining us, seemingly ordinary individuals who had accomplished such an astonishing feat. His eyes were filled with respect, as if he were looking at heroes.

With the help of righteous people, our injuries gradually recovered. However, we did not feel too happy, because we knew that although the battle was over, its impact had just begun.

We began to worry whether there might be a larger force behind the evil leader. The darkness of this world always seems to lurk deep, like a behemoth hidden in the ocean, with only the tip of the iceberg occasionally emerging. This time, we've only scratched the surface. No one knows the true power and terror of the dark forces lurking beneath. We feel like we're teetering on the edge of a dark abyss, having just defeated a minor demon, yet unaware of what other horrors lie within. Furthermore, the power we display in battle might draw the attention or vigilance of other forces. We're like a sudden fire in a dark forest, temporarily illuminating a small area, but also attracting the attention of unknown creatures nearby. We don't know how those hidden forces will react to us: co-optation, suppression, or some other tactic.

"We can't let our guard down," Senior Sister Yun Yao said, her eyes filled with worry. She gazed into the distance, as if countless dangers and challenges lay hidden in that unseen place. Her expression was solemn, as if she were pondering strategies for dealing with unknown future dangers.

Senior Brother Chu Feng nodded. "That's right. We must be prepared. This world may become even more complicated because of this battle." His expression grew serious, and his body, which had relaxed slightly due to his injuries improving, tensed up again. He clenched his fists, as if to encourage himself, as if to demonstrate his resolve to face the challenges ahead.

Surrounded by the crowd, we left this building, etched with memories of battle. The sunlight outside should have been warm and comforting, but our hearts felt heavy. Like a cruel irony, the sun shone upon us, yet it could not dispel the haze within us. Our steps were heavy and slow, each one a burden weighing heavily on us. We knew the road ahead was still long, and we must face the unknown challenges with an even stronger spirit.

As we departed, this place became a hot topic of discussion among those of the righteous path. Legends about us began to spread among various sects and practitioners. Our names seemed to have sprouted wings, soaring to every corner of the world. Disciples from those sects spoke of us with eyes filled with longing and admiration. We, however, could only bear this honor and pressure, like travelers carrying heavy baggage, continuing our journey through this world filled with danger and uncertainty. Our figures gradually faded in the sunlight, leaving only the legend of battle and victory to echo in our wake.