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The black mist and the holy light were locked in a stalemate, their hissing sounds like the flicking tongues of a venomous snake, so piercing they made one's teeth ache.

Fan Tong's heart was pounding wildly, like a drumbeat, making his chest feel tight.

Sweat beaded on his hands as he gripped the stone axe tightly. The rough handle rubbed against his palms, causing a stinging pain, but it did not distract him in the slightest.

He knew that this confrontation was not only about his personal life and death, but also about the fate of the entire tribe.

The surrounding tribespeople held their breath, watching this thrilling duel with bated breath.

Their eyes gleamed with worry and fear, yet also with a glimmer of hope that their hero could create another miracle.

The air was so heavy it seemed to drip water, and a suffocating atmosphere enveloped the entire valley.

Fan Tong's gaze was fixed on Cang Feng, his heart filled with anxiety.

He must break this deadlock, or the tribe will remain in grave danger.

A strong impulse drove him to rush forward regardless of everything, but reason told him that the dark forces surrounding Cangfeng were no joke.

He had tried to attack several times, but each time he was bounced back by a powerful force, which made his blood and qi surge.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner anxiety.

He couldn't act impulsively; he couldn't risk the lives of his people.

However, as time passed, the black mist emanating from the dark artifact grew thicker and thicker, while the light of the sacred object seemed to begin to dim.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him, almost suffocating him.

Just then, Granny Ling walked shakily to Fan Tong's side, her wrinkled face filled with worry.

She reached out her withered hand and gently patted Fan Tong's shoulder, saying in a hoarse voice, "Child, I know you're anxious, but you must stay calm. The power of the sacred artifact is not limitless, and that dark artifact..."

Before Granny Ling could finish speaking, Cang Feng suddenly let out a wild laugh, his laughter filled with smugness and mockery.

"Fan Tong, do you really think you can beat me? You're too naive!" He suddenly pointed the dark magic weapon in his hand at the sky, muttering incantations.

The black mist on the dark artifact churned even more violently, and an even more powerful force surged from the artifact, pressing down on the light of the sacred object.

Fan Tong's expression changed drastically. He felt an unprecedented pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

He gritted his teeth and desperately tried to unleash the power of the sacred artifact to resist the corruption of the dark magic weapon.

"What... exactly do you want to do?"

The black mist surged like a greedy beast, constantly devouring the light of the sacred object.

The crackling sound grew increasingly piercing, like sharp needles stabbing into the eardrums, making one feel irritated and restless.

The relic's light, which had been dazzling, now flickered like a candle in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment.

Fan Tong felt a suffocating pressure in his chest, as if an invisible hand was choking him.

He watched helplessly as the light of the sacred object gradually dimmed, and despair surged into his heart like a tidal wave.

He felt his strength being drained away, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness swept over him.

He could almost foresee that once the power of the sacred object was completely devoured, the entire tribe would be plunged into an abyss of no return.

Sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the parched earth and being absorbed instantly.

His lips were cracked and his throat was hoarse, yet he couldn't make a sound.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the stone axe tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged as if they might break at any moment.

He felt his body getting heavier and heavier, as if it were filled with lead, and even breathing became difficult.

Just then, a soft, warm hand gently grasped his hand.

Fan Tong turned his head sharply and saw the girl in white standing beside him.

“Fan Tong,” the girl in white said softly but firmly, “don’t give up, we will definitely get through this.”

Her hands were warm and strong, as if a warm current flowed into Fan Tong's cold body, bringing him a sense of comfort.

Looking into the clear eyes of the girl in white, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart.

"But..." Fan Tong's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "...the power of the sacred object..."

The girl in white held his hand tightly, saying nothing, but gazing at him with unwavering eyes.

her

Fan Tong took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He looked at the girl in white, his heart filled with gratitude and love.

He knew that he couldn't give up either for her or for the tribe.

Just then, Granny Ling's voice suddenly rang out: "Child..."

Granny Ling's voice trembled slightly, yet remained exceptionally firm: "Child, do you remember what I once said? The power of the sacred object originates from the faith of the people!" Fan Tong was jolted awake; Granny Ling's words were like a bolt of lightning piercing through his chaotic thoughts.

The power of faith!

How could he have forgotten about that!

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the anxious and expectant faces.

He took a deep breath and shouted with all his might, "Fellow tribesmen! Our sacred relic is under threat, and our homeland is in imminent danger! Now, I need your strength! Please infuse your faith into the sacred relic!"

His voice echoed through the valley, carrying a powerful and infectious quality.

The tribespeople were taken aback at first, but then they all realized what was happening.

They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes gleaming with unwavering determination.

They shouted in unison, their voices deafening, as if they were about to overturn the entire valley.

A powerful force surged from them, converging into a dazzling light that flowed into the sacred object.

The relic's light surged instantly, like a rising sun, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The rustling sound disappeared, replaced by a series of clear birdsong.

The previously flickering light of the sacred object has now become stable and powerful, like a majestic god looking down upon all things in the world.

Cang Feng's expression changed drastically. He sensed the increasing power of the sacred artifact and realized that if he did not take action soon, all his efforts would be in vain.

He roared and charged toward the sacred object without regard for anything else, the dark artifact in his hand emitting a thick black mist.

Fan Tong went to meet him without hesitation.

The stone axe collided with the dark artifact, producing a deafening roar.

Sparks flew everywhere, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The two figures clashed, exchanging blows, each strike potentially fatal.

The sounds of fierce fighting echoed through the valley, and the hearts of the tribespeople were in their throats as they watched this life-or-death duel with bated breath.

Fan Tong gradually gained the upper hand in the battle.

He keenly spotted a weakness in Cangfeng's defenses, seized the opportunity, concentrated all his strength into the stone axe, and cleaved down fiercely.

Cangfeng was unable to dodge in time and was struck hard. He let out a scream and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string. The dark magic weapon in his hand also fell to the ground.

The tribesmen erupted in deafening cheers, waving their weapons and celebrating this hard-won victory.

Fan Tong stood before the sacred object, feeling the warm light emanating from it, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Cang Feng lying on the ground...