The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

The black-robed figure's threatening words echoed through the hall, each word like a heavy stone dropped into a tranquil lake, rippling waves of fear. The sound was like the tolling of a death knell, dull and chilling. Yet, our hearts remained undeterred by this overwhelming evil aura. Instead, a fiercer, more intense fighting spirit blazed within us, like a raging fire, unstoppable.

I took the lead, taking a resolute step forward. Each step carried a powerful force of resolve, as if leaving an indelible mark on the polished hall's floor. The sword in my tightly grasped hand, illuminated by the multicolored light emanating from the treasure box, gleamed with a bone-chilling cold like a polar glacier. That cold light served more than just a visual deterrent; it was an outward manifestation of my unwavering resolve. "Your master seeks to obtain the treasure through evil means, but this will never succeed. Today, we will stop you." My voice was firm and powerful, like a roar from deep within my chest, echoing through the hall, each syllable striving to pierce the suffocating, evil aura they emanated.

Luo Chen then swung his wand at breakneck speed, the wand seeming to come alive in his hand. He chanted a mysterious, ancient incantation, the sound of which echoed through the hall like a call from the ancient past. The light at the tip of the wand grew stronger, and rays of magical light began to swirl around him. These rays, like nimble and cunning snakes, slithered and shimmered with a faint blue light, as if searching for prey, ready to pounce with swift force. "You servants of darkness, it's time to face justice." His eyes were filled with determination, a firm belief in the triumph of justice, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.

Though the little boy's body was trembling slightly, fear clearly visible on his face, he clenched his fists tightly behind us. His fists glowed a faint white from the force he exerted. His eyes held a hint of stubbornness, like a faint yet tenacious flame in the darkness. His presence seemed to give us strength, a strength that wasn't just moral support; it was a silent encouragement, a reminder that we must protect the weak and never allow evil to prevail and put this innocent child in danger.

The black-robed figures let out a chilling sneer, a laugh like the shriek of an icy wind through a dilapidated window. They seemed unfazed by our provocation, maintaining their elusive air of mystery and arrogance. They slowly raised their hands, and a faint black light shone from beneath their robes. At first, it was faint, like a spark hidden in the darkness, but it quickly grew stronger. Instantly, dark energy surged from their hands, sweeping towards us like a black wave. The dark energy materialized like a thick, dark fog, carrying an all-destructive aura. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to turn black.

I charged forward without hesitation, braving the wave of darkness. My sword swung through the air, sending gleams of silvery shadows flying. Each strike was like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, carrying with it all my strength and courage. As the sword shadows collided with the dark energy, a sizzling sound emanated, like the fierce clash of water and fire. The sharp, piercing sound echoed through the hall, like the roar of two forces locked in a desperate struggle. My body felt a tremendous surge, a force that, like a surging tide, sought to push me back. Each collision left my arms numb, as if countless tiny needles were pricking my muscles. But I gritted my teeth, clenching them tightly together, my cheeks puffing slightly from the effort. I thrust my sword forward, attempting to break through the blockade of dark energy, like a brave warrior charging into battle, fearless of any danger.

Luo Chen pointed his wand at the black-robed figures and chanted the spell faster. The sound of the spell was like dense raindrops hitting the ground. His expression was focused and serious. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and the sweat sparkled with crystal light under the reflection of the treasure box. The magical light swirling around him quickly gathered together, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, forming a huge blue magic ball. This magic ball shone with a light as strong as the sun, and contained a power powerful enough to destroy everything. "Go!" Luo Chen shouted, his voice full of strength and determination. The magic ball shot towards the black-robed figures at a rapid speed. During the flight, the magic ball cut through the air, leaving a blue light and shadow behind it, like a shooting star across the night sky.

The black-robed figures moved calmly. One of them crossed his arms and muttered something. His voice was deep and raspy, like a whisper from the depths of hell. A black barrier instantly appeared before them, a massive black shield emanating a dark and mysterious aura. The magic ball struck the barrier, unleashing a blindingly bright light and a powerful shockwave. The light flashed across the hall like lightning in broad daylight, instantly illuminating the entire space. The shockwave shook the surrounding air violently, sweeping through the hall like a raging wind. Our clothes rustled and our hair flew in disorder.

However, the black barrier only trembled slightly, remaining unbroken. The black-robed figures attacked again, this time coalescing their dark energy into a series of black spikes. These spikes shot towards us like sharp arrows, each emitting a dark aura, like a messenger of death from the dark abyss. As they flew, the spikes emitted a sharp whistling sound, as if announcing their deadly threat.

I quickly turned around and used the blade of my sword to block the black spikes. The spikes collided with the sword with a crisp sound, and each impact was like a blacksmith striking an iron block on an anvil. The sound echoed in the hall, and each impact made my arm feel numb, as if an electric current was running through my arm and throughout my body. I tried to stand firm, squatting slightly to better withstand the repeated impacts. Luo Chen continued to cast magic on the side, his eyes fixed on the black-robed figures, trying to find flaws in the rhythm and method of their attacks. His wand kept changing direction, and the light of magic kept flickering.

Behind us, the little boy stared intently at the battlefield. His eyes were wide, unblinking, afraid to miss a single detail. Suddenly, he noticed the treasure box's light flickering in time with the battle, its flickering like a mysterious clue. A thought struck him, as if a thought had occurred to him. "Brothers, I think the treasure box could be the key to this battle," the little boy shouted. His voice, though childish, was remarkably clear amid the tense atmosphere, like a bright ray of light in the darkness.

Luo Chen and I were startled by the boy's words. While I fended off the attack, my mind raced to process the boy's meaning. Luo Chen, on the other hand, used his magic to carefully probe the treasure box. A faint beam of magic emanated from the tip of his wand. Like a nimble little hand, it gently touched the energy fluctuations surrounding the treasure box.

At this moment, the black-robed figures launched an even more fierce attack. Their black energy coalesced into a vast dark vortex, resembling the bloody maw of a gigantic black monster. Within it flickered an evil red light, like the eyes of a demon, emanating an aura of destruction and death. The dark vortex swept toward us, scratching deep scars in its path, like wounds in the earth. Debris and dust were drawn into the vortex, creating a whirring sound.

I knew this attack would be difficult to resist, but I didn't retreat. I concentrated all my strength on my sword, the muscles in my arms bulging with the effort. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the fatal blow. Luo Chen also unleashed the full power of his wand. Countless magical runes emerged around him, resembling ancient texts, emanating mysterious power. They surrounded Luo Chen like loyal guards, attempting to strengthen their defenses and withstand the powerful impact of the impending dark vortex.

Just as the vortex of darkness was about to engulf us, the treasure box suddenly erupted with a powerful golden light. The light, as dazzling as the sun, instantly engulfed the dark vortex. Wherever the golden light touched, the dark energy melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun. The black-robed figures, struck by the golden light, cried out in pain, their cries like the final wail of wounded beasts. Their black robes began to smoke, the black fabric rapidly curling up as if scorched by the flames. Their bodies trembled, as if in immense pain, their stance unsteady, teetering on the brink of collapse.

We seized this opportunity, and Luo Chen quickly cast a powerful binding spell. He muttered a complex incantation, and golden rays shot out from the tip of his wand. These rays, like flexible ropes, quickly wrapped around the black-robed figures. Soon, they were tightly bound, unable to move, their bodies struggling in vain. I rushed towards them, sword in hand, each step filled with strength and determination. The tip of the sword pointed at their throats, the icy blade just inches away. "Now, give up resistance, or you will die," I said coldly, my voice devoid of warmth, like an icy wind.

Though the black-robed figures were restrained, the evil in their eyes remained. "Do you think this will stop our master? This is just the beginning," one of the black-robed men said viciously. His voice, though trembling with pain, was still filled with threats and provocations.

But we weren't swayed by their words. We knew we had the upper hand. As long as we dealt with these black-robed men, we could further explore the treasure's secrets and stop the evil master's conspiracy. Our eyes were filled with determination, without the slightest wavering, because we shouldered the important mission of protecting the treasure and defending this land.