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In the distance, a huge dark cloud, like a lurking beast, slowly approached.

It shimmered with an ominous, strange light, as if it contained endless darkness and danger.

A suffocating atmosphere enveloped everyone, like the calm before a storm.

The sound of the wind also became sharp, carrying a nameless fear.

Fan Tong gripped the spirit pearl tightly in his hand, and the pearl emitted a faint light, illuminating his resolute face.

His eyes were resolute, like a drawn sword, never backing down.

He could feel the surging power within him, the courage and determination that had been forged through countless battles.

"They're here!" the purple-haired youth roared, the longsword in his hand humming and emitting a faint purple light.

As soon as he finished speaking, streaks of black light suddenly shot out from the dark clouds, piercing the sky like sharp arrows.

Wherever the light passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

"Watch out!" Fan Tong shouted, leaping up first to avoid a black light coming straight at him.

His figure moved like a ghost, weaving through the light, while wielding the spirit orb to release beams of light in an attempt to block the attacks.

The girl in white was equally formidable; her figure was light and agile, like a butterfly fluttering in the air, as she dodged the pursuit of the black light.

Her fingertips shimmered with a soft light, forming barriers in an attempt to protect her companions.

However, these black lights seemed to possess some kind of tracking ability; no matter how the people tried to avoid them, they clung to them like maggots.

It was difficult for everyone to completely avoid it, and charred marks began to appear on their bodies.

The red-haired boy waved his hands, trying to control the flames, but the flames were weak and powerless in the face of the black light and were quickly dispersed.

He shouted anxiously, his face filled with helplessness and fear.

The old man in black robes calmly observed the trajectory of the black light's attack while directing the others: "Spread out, don't fight head-on! Find an opening and take them down one by one!" His voice was steady and powerful, bringing a sense of comfort to the group.

The gray-robed elder stood in front of the crowd, and he created walls of light in his hands in an attempt to block the attack of the black light, but the walls of light were quickly penetrated by the black light.

His expression turned serious, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The apothecary in the green robe carefully hid behind the crowd, clutching a medicine bottle tightly in his hand, ready to heal his injured companion at any moment.

His eyes were tense and worried, and his brows were furrowed.

The black light poured down like a torrential rain, the attack growing increasingly fierce.

The crowd was finding it increasingly difficult to cope, and anxiety was written all over their faces.

The contradictions and pressures were like invisible boulders, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Pfft!" A muffled sound.

The girl in white clutched her arm and let out a low cry of pain.

A trickle of blood seeped from between her fingers, staining her white clothes red.

She managed to stand firm, her eyes filled with determination and resentment.

"Watch out!" Fan Tong roared, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

When he saw the girl in white injured, his anger erupted like a volcano.

He frantically waved the spirit orb, trying to force the black light back.

"What...what the hell is this?" The purple-haired youth was also panting heavily. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his tone filled with despair.

"This..." the old man in black robes murmured to himself, a hint of surprise flashing in his aged eyes, as if he had discovered something, "Perhaps, this is not a simple black light..."

The black light, like the scythe of death, relentlessly reaped the people's defenses.

Each flash was accompanied by a chilling shriek, and the air was filled with the smell of burning—the marks left by the black light.

The white-clad girl's figure appeared exceptionally frail in the black light. She nimbly dodged, yet still could not completely avoid the all-pervasive attacks.

A black light flashed across her arm, instantly tearing her skin open and staining her sleeve with blood.

She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, but her eyes remained fixed on her companions, unwilling to distract anyone because of her.

Fan Tong's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the injured girl in white, his anger burning like a raging fire.

He tried to rush forward, but was entangled by more black light, which slithered around him like venomous snakes, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

Each time he swung the spirit orb, he could only barely withstand a portion of the attack, while the remaining black light clung to him like a leech.

He could only watch helplessly as the girl in white struggled to dodge the black light, his heart burning with anxiety, yet utterly powerless to help.

"Damn it!" the purple-haired youth roared, his longsword flashing as it formed a purple light screen, blocking out all the black light in front of him.

Unable to contain his anger any longer, he kicked off with both legs and shot off like an arrow towards the dark clouds.

His eyes gleamed with a mad light, as if he wanted to tear that dark cloud apart completely.

This move startled everyone. Before they could react, they saw the purple-haired youth rush to the edge of the dark clouds.

However, instead of the expected source of light, he was greeted by a swarm of shadowy creatures emerging from the clouds.

Like black phantoms, they let out piercing roars and lunged at the purple-haired youth with bared fangs and claws.

The purple-haired youth brandished his longsword, his sword energy crisscrossing, slicing the shadow creatures charging at the forefront into pieces. But more shadow creatures surged in like a tide, densely packed and endless.

He was quickly surrounded by shadow creatures and found himself in a fierce battle.

The speed at which he wielded the longsword increased, but so did his fatigue.

Everyone watched the battle in the distance with tense expressions, their hearts filled with worry.

The appearance of the shadow creatures made the situation even more critical.

The red-haired boy stared wide-eyed in terror, letting out a trembling scream.

The elderly man in gray clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking.

The green-robed pharmacist was even paler, and the medicine bottle in his hand trembled slightly.

The girl in white endured the pain in her arm, looking at the purple-haired youth with worried eyes.

The battle intensified, the shadow creatures' attacks grew increasingly fierce, and the purple-haired youth's sword energy gradually thinned.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, making it feel suffocating.

The old man in black robes frowned, staring at the battle in the distance, his aged face filled with doubt.

He murmured to himself, "These shadow creatures... seem somewhat unusual..." He raised his head, his deep gaze piercing through the heavy clouds, as if he could see the secrets hidden behind them.

“They…they are afraid…” he murmured, his voice low yet carrying a strange certainty.

After saying this, the old man in black robes formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Powerful magic surged from his body, gathering into a beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

A strong ray of sunlight pierced through the gap in the clouds, like a sharp sword, breaking through the shackles of darkness.

Wherever the sunlight reached, the shadow creatures let out mournful screams, their bodies rapidly dissipating into nothingness in the light.

An expression of disbelief appeared on the purple-haired youth's face. The longsword in his hand shone even brighter in the sunlight, as if it had gained new power.

His sword energy sharpened once more, repelling the remaining shadow creatures one by one.

As people witnessed the changes brought about by the sunlight, cheers erupted one after another, and a sense of exhilaration filled the air.

Fan Tong strode towards the girl in white and hugged her tightly.

The girl in white leaned against Fan Tong's chest, her eyes full of love and dependence. Her wounds seemed less painful in his warm embrace.

Those around them, seeing their love, smiled with relief, and a warm atmosphere spread.

However, at that moment, the dark clouds in the distance suddenly grew larger, like a black ocean, and quickly enveloped the area.

The people were caught off guard by the sudden darkness, their hearts filled with fear and unease.

Fan Tong held the white-clad girl's hand tightly, his eyes shining with unwavering determination, as if he wanted to protect her from all harm.

"Are you all ready? The real crisis has only just begun!" the gray-robed elder said in a deep voice, which echoed in the darkness, as if instilling a glimmer of courage in everyone.