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The dark figure collapsed, twitching a few times before falling still. Its twisted face and tattered clothes revealed that it had once been human. Li Xuan's chest heaved. In this apocalyptic world, such scenes were commonplace, yet they still filled him with a sense of desolation. "This thing... isn't normal." Mu Yang gasped for breath, cautiously glancing around, his iron rod still tightly gripped in his hand. Li Xuan nodded, a strange unease creeping into his heart. Old Zhou's dying prophecy, this eerie dark figure—everything made him feel that this was just the beginning, a prelude to something far more terrifying. They had to uncover the secrets hidden behind this as soon as possible to survive in this cruel post-apocalyptic world. Just as the two were about to continue forward, Li Xuan's gaze inadvertently swept across the distance. The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. In the distance, in the direction of his sect, thick smoke billowed, and flames soared into the sky! "No... sect..." Li Xuan's voice trembled, filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe his eyes. His once peaceful and harmonious sect was now engulfed in flames. "What happened?" Mu Yang followed Li Xuan's gaze and his expression instantly changed. Without time to think, the two ran frantically towards their sect. The ruins and rubble seemed like demons hindering their progress, each step feeling incredibly heavy. Along the way, they saw more horrifying sights. The corpses of their fellow disciples lay scattered on both sides of the road, their deaths gruesome. Some had been pierced through the chest by sharp blades, some crushed by boulders, and others devoured beyond recognition by some unknown creature. The air was thick with the stench of blood and nauseating decay; the aura of death enveloped this once vibrant place. Li Xuan's heart felt like it was being torn apart. Every time he saw a corpse, his heart clenched painfully. These were his fellow disciples, his brothers and sisters. They had cultivated and lived together, but now they were separated by death. Fear, anger, and grief intertwined, threatening to consume Li Xuan. But he knew he couldn't fall; he had to find the murderer and avenge his fallen comrades!

Finally, they arrived at their sect's headquarters. The scene before them sank Li Xuan and Mu Yang's hearts. The once magnificent buildings were now nothing but ruins, raging flames still engulfing everything. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning, silently testifying to the devastation of the catastrophe. Just then, Li Xuan saw a familiar figure emerge from the burning ruins. The man was burly, with a face full of menacing features, carrying a blood-stained machete. It was Zhao Hu! Behind him followed a group of fierce-looking men, armed with various weapons, wantonly looting the sect's property. Zhao Hu's face was filled with a greedy smile, as if this disaster was nothing more than a feast for him. Seeing Li Xuan and Mu Yang appear, Zhao Hu's smile became even more ferocious. "Oh, isn't this Li Xuan and Mu Yang? Your sect is finished. If you know what's good for you, get lost." Li Xuan's eyes blazed with fury. He clenched his fists and charged at Zhao Hu without a word… Li Xuan roared, charging at Zhao Hu like an arrow released from a bow. His fists were clenched, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge, wishing he could tear this villain who had destroyed everything before him to shreds. However, the cruel life after the apocalypse and the successive blows had already worn him down. His furious attacks seemed weak and powerless to Zhao Hu. Zhao Hu smiled contemptuously, dodging Li Xuan's attack, then kicked him hard in the stomach. Li Xuan grunted, flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. "Overestimating yourself!" Zhao Hu spat disdainfully, then continued to direct his men to loot. His greedy eyes swept over everything in the sect, as if everything here was already his. Li Xuan struggled to get up, but a sharp pain in his abdomen made it impossible for him to move. He collapsed to the ground, his vision blurring, the sounds of his subordinates' rough laughter and shattering objects filling his ears like demonic chants from hell, relentlessly pounding at his nerves. His sect, once his warm haven, was now a ruin. His master's kind face, the caring words of his senior brothers and sisters, the playful scenes with his fellow disciples… a flood of beautiful memories rushed into his mind, starkly contrasting with the cruel reality before him, tearing his heart apart. His master had once said, "Xuan'er, your spiritual perception is a gift from heaven; you must use it to protect yourself and others." But he had failed to protect his sect, failed to protect his fellow disciples. He clenched his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood trickling down between his fingers, yet he felt no pain. The grief in his eyes gradually transformed into hatred, a low growl like that of a wild beast. "Ah—" This agonizing roar seemed to come from the depths of his soul, filled with despair and resentment. Just then, Zhao Hu noticed the change in Li Xuan's eyes. A sudden unease rose in his heart, and he was about to step forward to eliminate this thorn in his side. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by. Zhao Hu felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, his vision went black, and he staggered a few steps, almost falling. "Who?!" He clutched the back of his head, roaring angrily. Standing behind him was Mu Yang, holding an iron rod, his face cold and indifferent... Mu Yang seized the opportunity to attack Zhao Hu, striking him squarely in the back of the head. Zhao Hu staggered a few steps, seeing stars. He clutched the back of his head, the excruciating pain fueling his rage, his face twisted into a terrifying grimace. "Damn it! Attack him, kill him!" he roared, ordering his men to surround Mu Yang. His men swarmed forward, surrounding Mu Yang. Although Mu Yang was calm and composed, he was outnumbered. He wielded his iron rod, parrying and slashing left and right, each attack carrying a sharp gust of wind. The rod flashed, and screams of agony rose and fell. Several henchmen were knocked to the ground, groaning in pain. However, the enemies kept surging forward, and Mu Yang's strength gradually waned, his movements becoming sluggish. Zhao Hu stared at Mu Yang with a sinister gaze, his eyes flashing with the flames of revenge. He picked up a broken sword from the ground, quietly circling behind Mu Yang, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Just then, a low roar shattered the chaos. Li Xuan, like a blood-soaked demon, slowly rose from the ground. His eyes gleamed with a cold light, a cruel smile playing on his lips, like a vengeful messenger from hell. Zhao Hu was startled by this sudden turn of events, nearly dropping the broken sword. He never expected that the heavily wounded Li Xuan could still stand. Li Xuan's gaze swept across the entire area like a blade, finally locking onto Zhao Hu. He walked step by step toward Zhao Hu, each step feeling like it was stomping on Zhao Hu's heart, filling him with suffocating fear. Seeing Li Xuan stand up again, Mu Yang felt a glimmer of hope. He gritted his teeth, wielding his iron rod once more, forcing back the enemies surrounding him, buying time for Li Xuan. Li Xuan stood before Zhao Hu, saying nothing, only staring coldly at him. Zhao Hu trembled under Li Xuan's gaze, instinctively taking a step back, only to find his back pressed against the cold wall, with nowhere to retreat. "You... what do you want?" Zhao Hu's voice trembled, his bravado masking his fear. Li Xuan didn't answer. He slowly raised his right hand, revealing a blood-stained fist. "No... don't..." Zhao Hu cried out in terror, but his voice was drowned out by Li Xuan's roar. "Die!" Li Xuan's fist slammed into Zhao Hu's face like a cannonball. Zhao Hu screamed in agony as his nose broke, blood gushing out. He fell backward to the ground, unconscious. Li Xuan didn't stop there. He turned to the henchmen still besieging Mu Yang, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Now, it's your turn!" Li Xuan's voice was icy cold, like a death knell from hell. He looked around, his gaze landing on the swords and ropes scattered in the ruins. A plan quickly formed in his mind. He cleverly used the surrounding environment to set up some traps, using discarded swords and ropes to create makeshift snares. The enemies fell into the traps one after another, their formation thrown into chaos. Li Xuan seized the opportunity to rush forward, and together with Mu Yang, they repelled Zhao Hu and his men. After the battle, Li Xuan looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, but felt no joy. He knew that Zhao Hu was just a small fry; there must be a much larger force manipulating things behind the scenes. He vowed to find out the truth behind the destruction of his sect. Just then, his gaze fell on the lapel of a corpse, where a peculiar mark was embroidered, like some kind of symbol, or some kind of totem... He seemed to have seen this mark somewhere before... "Mu Yang, look..." In the ruins, broken walls and rubble, the stench of blood permeated the air.

Li Xuan, panting heavily, wiped the blood from his face and coldly surveyed his surroundings. Fallen enemies writhed in pain, groaning, the air thick with the stench of blood. Mu Yang leaned against a crumbling wall, his chest heaving, the iron rod in his hand bent and deformed. "Thank goodness you're alright," Li Xuan said, approaching Mu Yang with concern. Mu Yang shook his head. "I won't die, but… who are they? Why did they attack our sect?" A sinister glint flashed in Li Xuan's eyes. "I will find out and avenge our sect!" His gaze fell on the scattered swords and ropes in the ruins, and a plan quickly formed in his mind. "Mu Yang, give me a hand," Li Xuan said, pointing to the scattered items. The two sprang into action, binding the discarded swords to broken wooden planks to create a makeshift sword array, and setting up tripwire traps with ropes and rubble. They cleverly utilized the complex terrain to set up a series of mechanisms. The remaining enemies, oblivious to the changes, roared and brandished their weapons, charging forward again. "They're here!" Li Xuan shouted. The foremost enemy stepped into a trap; the taut rope tripped him. Those behind, unable to dodge, fell one after another, tumbling and crashing down. "Now!" Li Xuan yelled, charging forward first. Agile as a cheetah, his broken sword flashed like streaks of cold light, precisely piercing the enemies' vitals. The fallen enemies triggered a blade array; sharp blades instantly sprang up, slicing them bloody. Mu Yang followed closely behind, his iron rod raining down like a storm, knocking enemies to the ground one by one. Screams echoed, the enemy utterly thrown into chaos. With the combined efforts of Li Xuan and Mu Yang, the remaining enemies were quickly wiped out. After the battle, Li Xuan looked at the corpses strewn across the ground, but felt no joy, only a heavier burden. He knew Zhao Hu was just a minor character; a much larger force was definitely manipulating everything behind the scenes. “Zhao Hu… this is just the beginning…” Li Xuan muttered to himself. He vowed to find out the truth behind the destruction of his sect and bring the mastermind behind it to justice. Just then, his gaze fell on the lapel of a corpse. Embroidered there was a peculiar mark, like some kind of symbol, or perhaps some kind of totem… This mark… he seemed to have seen it somewhere before… A strange sense of familiarity surged into his heart, and Li Xuan’s heart skipped a beat. “Mu Yang, look…” Li Xuan pointed at the mark, his voice trembling slightly. Mu Yang stepped forward and examined the mark carefully. “This… seems familiar…” His brows furrowed as he tried hard to recall. Suddenly, Mu Yang’s expression changed. “I remember! This mark… is the symbol of the Infinite Flow Space!”