In the war between humans and demons, it's not unreasonable for me to absorb demonic energy, is

The black-robed wizard laughed wildly, pointing his staff straight at the sky.

Dark clouds rolled in, like ink spilled, obscuring the last ray of sunlight.

Streaks of black lightning tore through the night sky, accompanied by deafening roars.

A suffocating dark power permeated the air, like an invisible giant hand gripping everyone's throat.

A fierce wind howled, whipping up fallen leaves and dust, forming black vortexes that swept towards Fan Tong and the others.

Fan Tong and the others were on high alert, their eyes resolute, but they also knew that they were about to face a life-or-death battle.

The girl in white held Fan Tong's hand tightly, her fingertips icy cold.

The purple-haired youth held a giant axe, the blade gleaming with a cold light.

The green-clad elf drew his bow and aimed at the black-robed wizard.

The tension reached its peak, like a taut string about to snap.

"Kill!" Fan Tong roared and charged towards the black-robed wizard first.

He clenched his fists, and flames raged around him, making him look like a god of fire, unstoppable.

He unleashed the tribe's secret technique, "Burning Sky Fist," a fiery fist carrying destructive power, slamming it down on the black-robed wizard.

The black-robed wizard sneered, neither dodging nor avoiding, but simply waved his staff casually.

A black light barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking Fan Tong's attack.

Ripples spread across the light screen, as if pebbles had been thrown into a calm lake.

"A mere trick!" the black-robed wizard said disdainfully, pointing his staff and sending a beam of black light towards Fan Tong.

Fan Tong dodged to the side, but the beam of light struck the boulder behind him, instantly turning it into dust.

Fan Tong and the black-robed wizard exchanged blows, neither giving an inch.

Each collision triggered a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

The surrounding trees were uprooted, and deep, bottomless cracks appeared in the ground.

"Fan Tong, be careful!" the girl in white exclaimed.

Taking advantage of Fan Tong's momentary lapse in attention, the black-robed wizard brandished his staff, unleashing a bolt of black lightning that struck Fan Tong.

Just at this critical moment, a figure stood in front of Fan Tong.

“You…” Fan Tong’s eyes widened.

The old man in white groaned, staggered back a few steps, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The whisk in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The old man's clothes were scorched by black lightning, leaving a charred hole that revealed the white bones inside.

"Senior!" Fan Tong's eyes widened in horror, a surge of indescribable grief and anger welling up within him.

He never imagined that the old man who had always silently protected them and guided them would be seriously injured while protecting him.

A strong sense of guilt surged into Fan Tong's heart, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He clenched his teeth, his fists cracking so hard that his knuckles turned white from the force.

He felt an unprecedented power surging through his body, as if it were about to burst him apart.

"Ah—" Fan Tong roared to the sky, his voice filled with pain, anger and resentment.

He charged at the black-robed wizard with lightning speed, leaving an afterimage in the air.

"Burning Heaven Fist!" Fan Tong roared, his fists raining down on the black-robed wizard.

Each punch carried an aura of earth-shattering destruction, as if it intended to completely reduce the black-robed wizard to ashes.

The black-robed wizard was clearly startled by Fan Tong's sudden outburst. He hurriedly waved his staff, trying to block Fan Tong's attack.

However, Fan Tong had completely lost his mind at this moment. His attacks were as fierce as a storm, giving the black-robed wizard no chance to catch his breath.

In the distance, the girl in white clasped her hands together and silently prayed for Fan Tong.

She knew that Fan Tong was filled with pain and anger at this moment, and all she could do was silently support him and pray for him.

Fan Tong sensed the white-clad girl's concern, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He knew he was not alone; he had his lover, friends, and people behind him.

This power of love and responsibility made him more determined and fearless.

"I won't lose!" Fan Tong shouted in his heart, and his attacks became even more fierce and frenzied.

He seemed to transform into an enraged beast, determined to tear apart all enemies before him.

The black-robed wizard gradually felt his strength waning; his defenses grew weaker, and wounds began to appear on his body.

He was horrified to discover that he was unable to withstand Fan Tong's frenzied attacks.

"Damn it! How did this kid suddenly become so strong?" the black-robed wizard cursed inwardly.

Just then, the purple-haired youth and the green-clad elf exchanged a glance...

The purple-haired youth roared, leaped high into the air, and brought his giant axe down with immense force towards the black-robed wizard's head.

At the same time, the green-clad elf drew back his bowstring, and an arrow shimmering with emerald light shot through the air, aiming directly at the black magic circle beneath the black-robed wizard's feet.

The giant axe and the arrow struck the target almost simultaneously.

The impact of the giant axe caused the black-robed wizard to stagger, while the arrow struck the core of the magic circle precisely.

A piercing cracking sound rang out, and the black magic circle trembled violently, its surface covered with dense cracks.

The black-robed wizard's expression changed drastically. He felt his power rapidly draining away, and the dark power that had been flowing into his body was like a river that had been cut off, instantly drying up.

He looked at the green-clad elf in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief, "You...you actually broke my formation!"

The green-clad elf landed lightly on a branch, winking playfully. "This is a secret magic-breaking arrow passed down through the elven race, specifically designed to counter you guys who play with darkness."

Once the formation was broken, the black-robed wizard's power was greatly reduced.

Fan Tong seized the opportunity and unleashed the "Burning Heaven Fist" once more. The scorching fist wind, carrying destructive power, slammed into the black-robed wizard's chest.

"Ah—" The black-robed wizard let out a desperate scream. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, never to rise again.

Upon seeing this, everyone cheered with joy.

The girl in white excitedly rushed into Fan Tong's arms, bursting into tears of joy.

The purple-haired youth excitedly brandished his giant axe, letting out bursts of hearty laughter.

The green-clad elves danced gracefully on the branches, celebrating this hard-won victory.

However, just as everyone was celebrating their victory, the black-robed wizard lying on the ground suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

"You think you've won? Foolish mortals! The power of darkness is endless..." He struggled to raise his hand, pointing into the distance, "I will return..." Before he finished speaking, his body turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated into the air.

After the crisis was resolved, the tribe held a grand celebration.

The blazing bonfire illuminated everyone's faces, and joyful songs and dances filled the night sky.

Fan Tong became a hero admired by everyone. He embraced the girl in white tightly, and the purple-haired youth had also recovered. He and his people drank heartily to celebrate this hard-won victory.

In the distance, the old man in white silently watched all of this, a gratified smile on his face.

He slowly turned around, preparing to leave quietly.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked into the distance, where a new, mysterious aura seemed to be surging...

The old man frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "This aura..."