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The black mist surged, as if the gates of hell had been opened, unleashing endless malice.

The Shadow Fiend's laughter was like a demonic sound, making everyone's eardrums ache and their minds shatter.

The churning black mist seemed to contain countless vengeful ghosts struggling and roaring, sending chills down one's spine.

The air was thick and sticky, making it hard to breathe, and it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping your heart tightly.

The terrifying pressure was almost tangible, pressing down on everyone in layers.

The old camel's initial burst of energy was instantly and mercilessly crushed by this force, leaving it teetering on the brink of collapse, like a candle flame in a storm.

Lan Xing frowned, feeling her spiritual energy sluggish, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

Han Xinru's face was pale and her legs trembled slightly, but she still gripped the short sword tightly in her hand, her eyes showing no sign of retreat.

Even so, a determined light still shone in everyone's eyes.

This is not merely a desire for life, but an indomitable challenge to fate.

They were not deterred by this powerful force; instead, it stirred the fighting spirit deep within them.

They are hunters, and they will never easily bow down to their prey.

Fan Tong's gaze was sharp as an eagle's, fixed intently on the Shadow Demon.

He was not intimidated by this terrifying aura; instead, he remained as steadfast as a rock.

He saw the black energy surging around the Shadow Demon, like a dancing flame, every trace of which was filled with an eerie rhythm.

He discovered that each time the Shadow Fiend launched an attack, the surge of black mist exhibited a specific pattern, and after the attack, the black mist would pause briefly, as if accumulating power for the next attack.

This is a flaw! A fleeting opportunity!

Fan Tong's eyes shone even brighter, like stars in the night sky, a ray of hope.

His fingers clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain, because he knew that at this moment, they were only one step away from defeating the Shadow Fiend!

"I think I've found his weakness..." Fan Tong said in a low voice, with a hint of barely perceptible excitement in his voice.

"His weakness lies in the gaps in his attacks!" Fan Tong said in a low voice, his eyes sharp. "Lan Xing, Xin Ru, use your agility to draw his attention. Remember, don't engage him head-on! Lao Tuo, when his attacks stop, we'll strike together and deliver the fatal blow!"

Lan Xing and Han Xinru exchanged a glance, a resolute glint in their eyes.

They were well aware of the dangers of this battle, but they also understood that it was their only way to survive.

Two graceful figures darted out like swallows, their short swords flashing with cold light, drawing sharp arcs in the black mist.

Their movements were light and graceful, like willow catkins in the wind, constantly moving around the Shadow Demon, causing his attacks to always miss.

The Shadow Demon seemed enraged by their guerrilla tactics, its roar growing even sharper, and the black mist surged, transforming into countless sharp blades that swept towards the two of them.

Lan Xing and Han Xinru dared not be careless, their figures flashing as they dodged the cuts from the black blade.

Even so, several black blades still managed to slash the hem of their clothes, causing a slight sting.

Just as the Shadow Demon launched its full-force attack, Fan Tong's gaze sharpened, and he shouted, "Now!" He moved with lightning speed, like an arrow released from a bow, rushing towards the Shadow Demon's left side.

Old Camel followed closely behind, roaring as he swung his massive fist, creating a whooshing sound as he slammed it towards the right side of Shadow Demon.

The Shadow Demon sensed their movements and instantly turned its black blade, which had been attacking Lan Xing and Han Xinru, into a solid black barrier, blocking their attacks.

Fan Tong's fist felt like it had struck a solid iron wall, and the recoil made his arm go slightly numb.

Old Camel's attack was also blocked by the black barrier. He felt as if his fists were hitting cotton, and his strength was completely neutralized.

Having failed in their first attack, Fan Tong and the old camel quickly retreated.

The Shadow Demon let out a chilling laugh, and the black mist surged again, like a bloodthirsty beast, rushing towards the crowd.

He no longer stuck to his previous attack pattern; the black blades poured down like a torrential rain, faster and more powerful.

Lan Xing and Han Xinru's guerrilla tactics completely failed, and they were forced into a retreat by Black Blade.

Suddenly, a black blade struck like a venomous snake. Lan Xing couldn't dodge in time and was grazed in the waist by the blade. Blood splattered everywhere, and she groaned as she staggered backward, her body swaying precariously.

"Blue Star!" Han Xinru exclaimed and quickly stepped forward to support her.

Lan Xing's face was pale, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her eyes became dull and lifeless, and her breath became weak.

Fear and despair once again gripped everyone's hearts, the black mist binding them tightly like a giant net.

Just then, the silent old man in black robes raised his head. He slowly raised his withered hand, his lips moving slightly as if he were whispering something.

The old man in black robes slowly raised his withered hand, a faint golden light swirling around his fingertips. His deep voice, like an ancient incantation, echoed in the air: "In the name of the stars, imprison evil spirits!"

In an instant, a dazzling beam of light burst forth from his palm, like a god descending, instantly enveloping the Shadow Demon.

The churning black mist, under the golden light, rapidly contracted as if melting ice and snow.

The Shadow Demon's movements became sluggish, as if bound by invisible shackles, and its menacing posture became stiff.

"Now!" Fan Tong roared, sensing the Shadow Demon's weakness, his fighting spirit burning to its peak.

He stomped his feet on the ground and shot out like an arrow, his fists brimming with powerful spiritual energy as he slammed them into the Shadow Demon's chest.

The old camel roared, swinging its massive fist, which pressed down on the Shadow Demon's abdomen like a small mountain.

Han Xinru followed closely behind, her short sword transforming into streaks of cold light as she stabbed towards the Shadow Demon's vital points.

The three launched a fierce attack, each strike imbued with immense power and fueled by the fury of revenge.

Bound by the golden light, Shadow Fiend's movements became sluggish, making it impossible for him to evade the combined attack of the three.

Its body was struck by a fist, producing a dull thud. The black mist churned violently, emitting a painful roar that was sharp and piercing, yet gave one a sense of exhilaration.

Ignoring the Shadow Demon's struggles, Fan Tong picked up the injured Lan Xing and carefully placed her aside. His movements were gentle and meticulous, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

Lan Xing looked weakly at Fan Tong, who returned a gentle smile and softly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, everything will be alright." His voice was deep and magnetic, like a ray of warm sunshine, dispelling the fear in Lan Xing's heart.

Just when everyone thought Shadow Fiend was about to be defeated, a sudden change occurred.

The Shadow Demon let out a final, unwilling roar, its body suddenly exploding into a thick cloud of black smoke that vanished without a trace.

A pungent, fishy stench filled the air, making people want to vomit.

"Hehehe... You think this is the end? An even greater disaster is about to befall you..."

A majestic and mysterious voice rang out again, as if from beyond the heavens, echoing throughout the space and giving people a sense of inexplicable oppression.

The sound disappeared, and everything returned to calm, but the lingering gloom remained deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

The old man in black robes frowned, turned his head, and stared at the ground beneath his feet.

The ground began to tremble slightly.