I dominated the game from the start with cards.

Poisonous fog billowed, like ghosts from hell wandering among the ruins. Old Zhou's life force had completely dissipated, his limp hands seemingly accusing the cruelty of this apocalypse. The pervasive poison gas, like an invisible behemoth, greedily devoured the remaining life force. Lin Yu's protective shield flickered with a faint light, like a lone boat tossed about in a storm, threatening to capsize at any moment. Feng Ying's attacks grew increasingly fierce, each swing of his sword carrying a sharp killing intent, as if to tear Lin Yu and his hopes apart. Li Xuan struggled to stand up, trying to rescue Mu Yang, who was surrounded by the Poison Scorpion and the Ice Maiden. But he was too badly injured, his body churning with pain, and as soon as he managed to prop himself up, he collapsed weakly to the ground. Blood stained the ground, blending with the color of the ruins, like a despairing spider lily blooming silently on the edge of death. Mu Yang was trapped between the Poison Scorpion and the Ice Maiden, caught between a rock and a hard place. The cold glint of the dagger in Scorpion's hand reflected on his despairing face, like the scythe of death hanging over his head. Ice Maiden stood to the side, expressionless, like a cold statue, watching the impending death. A cruel smile curled at the corner of Scorpion's lips as he slowly raised the dagger, its tip aimed directly at Mu Yang's heart. "Boy, remember to keep your eyes open in your next life, don't mess with the wrong people." Mu Yang stared at the approaching dagger, his eyes filled with despair. He knew he was about to die, his heart filled with resentment. He hadn't fulfilled his promise to Li Xuan, hadn't found his way home, hadn't… Blood Demon walked step by step toward the fallen Li Xuan, each step feeling like it was treading on Li Xuan's heart, filling him with suffocating despair.

A cruel smile played on his lips, like a beast watching its prey struggle in its death throes. "Give up, you have no hope." Li Xuan gritted his teeth, suppressing a painful groan. He tried desperately to stand again, but his body felt as heavy as lead. He closed his eyes in despair, awaiting death. Just then, a cold voice echoed through the ruins: "Stop." Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. From the mist, a figure slowly emerged. It was a tall man shrouded in a black cloak. He held a black longsword, its blade radiating a chilling aura. The face beneath the cloak was unmistakably Li Xuan's. "Who are you?" the Blood Demon asked warily, gripping his weapon tightly. The man in black did not answer. He slowly raised his head, revealing his face hidden beneath the cloak—a face identical to Li Xuan's, only with eyes colder and deeper, like a messenger from hell. He looked at Li Xuan, a strange smile playing on his lips: "I said we would meet again..." Mu Yang closed his eyes in despair. The shadow of death loomed over him, the cold glint of the dagger seeming to pierce his heart. Countless images flashed through his mind: scenes of fighting alongside Li Xuan, Old Zhou's kind smile, Sister Wu's gentle admonitions, even the dappled light and shadow under the old locust tree in his hometown. He was unwilling, unwilling to die like this, he still had so many things left undone, he hadn't yet... "Thud—" The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was particularly jarring in the silent ruins. Mu Yang didn't feel the expected pain. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw Lin Yu standing in front of him. The protective shield that had been shimmering with a faint light was now shattered. Lin Yu's chest was pierced by the scorpion's dagger, blood gushing out, staining Mu Yang's clothes red. "Lin Yu!" Mu Yang cried out in anguish, his eyes filled with grief and despair. A weak smile appeared on Lin Yu's face. He struggled to raise his hand and gently stroked Mu Yang's cheek. "Live on... live on... for me..." Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yu's body collapsed limply, his life slowly fading away. Witnessing this, Li Xuan felt a tearing pain in his heart. He watched helplessly as his teammates fell one by one. He struggled to stand, only to fall again and again. His body had reached its limit; every muscle groaned in pain. "It's all my fault..." Li Xuan murmured, his eyes filled with self-blame and despair. "If I hadn't made the wrong judgment, if I hadn't brought them here, they wouldn't have..." He wanted to die with the villain, to avenge his teammates with his own life, but his body was paralyzed, and he could only watch helplessly as the Blood Demon approached step by step. Just then, another "Li Xuan" appeared. He emerged from the mist like a ghost, radiating a chilling aura that contrasted sharply with Li Xuan's despair. The Blood Demon halted, warily eyeing the suddenly appearing "Li Xuan." "Who are you?" The man in black didn't answer, but slowly raised his black longsword, its tip pointing directly at the Blood Demon. "You…" The Blood Demon felt an immense pressure. He instinctively tried to retreat, but found his body bound by an invisible force, unable to move. The man in black walked towards the Blood Demon step by step, each step feeling like stepping on the Blood Demon's heart. His cold eyes were devoid of emotion, as if looking at a corpse. "Who exactly are you?" The Blood Demon's voice trembled, filled with unprecedented fear. The man in black finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like a whisper from hell: "I am… you." He swung his black longsword down violently, a black light flashing, instantly cleaving the Blood Demon's body in two. Li Xuan watched everything unfold, his heart filled with shock and confusion. He didn't know who this man who looked exactly like him was, nor why he was here. He wanted to ask, but found his throat dry and unable to utter a sound. The man in black turned and walked towards Li Xuan. His icy gaze fell on Li Xuan, sending a chill down Li Xuan's spine. "You...you..." Li Xuan managed to speak, but only managed a few broken syllables. The man in black stood before Li Xuan, looking down at him. He reached out and gently stroked Li Xuan's cheek, a strange smile playing on his lips. "Long time no see..." Li Xuan's mental perception, the early warning system he once relied on for survival, was now like an alarm bell sunk into the deep sea, silent and still. He felt no approaching danger, only a bone-chilling cold and a profound despair enveloping him. He watched helplessly as the man in black slashed the Blood Demon with his sword; that clean and decisive strike brought not hope, but a deeper fear. Who was this man who looked exactly like him? He was breathtakingly powerful, yet exuded an unsettling and eerie aura. "Long time no see..." The black-clad man's gentle words pierced Li Xuan's eardrums like sharp knives. He mechanically turned his head, his gaze falling on the black-clad man. He wanted to speak, but found his throat dry, only able to let out hoarse gasps. Just then, Poison Scorpion's dagger was already raised high, aimed at Mu Yang lying on the ground. The shadow of death once again enveloped Mu Yang. He closed his eyes in despair, awaiting his final judgment. However, the expected pain did not come. With a muffled groan and the crisp sound of metal clashing, Mu Yang suddenly opened his eyes. He had somehow rolled over and kicked Poison Scorpion's wrist hard, the dagger falling to the ground. Poison Scorpion staggered back, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes. He never expected that this seemingly dying guy would still have the strength to resist. "You..." Poison Scorpion clutched his aching wrist, glaring fiercely at Mu Yang. Mu Yang slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Surprised, aren't you?" It turned out that Mu Yang had been concealing his true strength all along. His previous weakness and despair were merely a facade to deceive the enemy. His true power was far greater than they had imagined. The Ice Maiden and Wind Shadow were also stunned; they hadn't expected such a turn of events. They had thought victory was assured, but this unexpected turn of events occurred at this crucial moment. Li Xuan was also stunned; he hadn't expected Mu Yang to have been hiding his strength. This sudden counterattack was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, rekindling his hope.

"Well done, Mu Yang!" Li Xuan struggled to his feet to cheer him on. Mu Yang ignored Li Xuan, his gaze fixed on Poison Scorpion, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent. He approached Poison Scorpion step by step, his aura growing stronger. "You think you can win like this?" Poison Scorpion tried to remain calm, but his trembling voice betrayed his inner fear. Mu Yang didn't answer; he simply threw a punch, slamming it hard into Poison Scorpion's face. Poison Scorpion screamed, flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground. However, this brief victory didn't last long. Although Blood Demon had been killed by the man in black, his accomplices didn't back down. Ice Maiden and Wind Shadow exchanged a glance and reacted quickly. Ice Maiden conjured an ice spike in her hand and shot it straight at Mu Yang. Wind Shadow, like a ghost, circled behind Mu Yang, her short sword gleaming coldly. Although Mu Yang was powerful, he couldn't fight against so many opponents. He dodged the ice spikes, but was slashed on the arm by Feng Ying's short sword. Just then, another accomplice of the Blood Demon, a tall, muscular man, suddenly burst out of the shadows. He charged at Mu Yang like a bull, the powerful force sending Mu Yang flying again. Mu Yang crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to get up, but found that his body had reached its limit. Li Xuan looked at the knocked-away Mu Yang, his heart filled with despair. They had no way to fight the villain anymore; were they really going to perish here? The man in black still stood beside Li Xuan, looking at Mu Yang lying on the ground, a strange smile on his lips. "The game... has only just begun..." Mu Yang's sudden burst of power was like a flash in the pan; the brief glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished by the Blood Demon's brutality. Enraged by the man in black, the Blood Demon abandoned his pursuit of Li Xuan and roared as he charged towards Mu Yang. His massive body, accompanied by a whirlwind, was like a runaway locomotive, unstoppable. Mu Yang struggled to support himself, but was powerless to dodge the ferocious attack. The Blood Demon's massive fist, accompanied by a foul wind, slammed into Mu Yang's chest, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible. Mu Yang was sent flying again, like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ruins, his fate unknown. The Ice Maiden and Wind Shadow were not idle either; like bloodthirsty cheetahs, they swiftly pounced on the fallen Zhou Lao and Sister Wu. The Ice Maiden's ice spikes flew, their chilling aura forcing Sister Wu into an icy prison. Wind Shadow brandished his short sword, its flashing light leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on Zhou Lao's body. Zhou Lao groaned in pain, powerless to resist. Li Xuan watched helplessly as his companions fell one by one, his heart sinking into an ice cellar. His spiritual senses remained dormant, foreshadowing an even greater danger to come. He struggled to stand, only to find his body as heavy as lead. The shadow of despair enveloped him, and suffocating fear made it almost impossible for him to breathe. He glanced at the man in black standing to the side. The man's face, identical to his own, now wore a mocking smile, as if watching a tragedy unfold. "It's over..." the man in black murmured, his voice like a death knell from hell, tolling the final dirge for Li Xuan and the others. Poison Scorpion grinned maliciously as he approached Li Xuan, the dagger in his hand gleaming coldly, aimed at Li Xuan's heart. "Boy, go to hell!" Just at this critical moment, a sudden gust of wind arose, sand and stones flying, obscuring the sky. A figure descended from the sky like lightning, blocking Li Xuan's path. As the wind subsided, everyone could see the newcomer. He was dressed in black, his face cold and stern, holding a strangely shaped longsword, its blade radiating a ghostly blue light. It was Ling Feng, whom they had encountered in the Infinite Flow Space and who had helped Li Xuan. Everyone was stunned, not understanding why Ling Feng had suddenly appeared. Was his appearance a timely help, or did he have another purpose? Whether they were friend or foe, no one knew. Lingfeng's gaze swept across the entire area, finally landing on the man in black, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. "Long time no see... 'Mirror Image'."