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Holding a stone axe, Fan Tong walked step by step toward the fallen Cang Feng.

The villagers automatically parted to make way for Fan Tong, their eyes following his every move. A tense atmosphere, like an invisible net, enveloped the entire valley.

Cangfeng struggled to sit up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

He looked up, his gaze like a poisoned blade, fixed on Fan Tong, his chest burning with the flames of hatred.

“You…don’t even think about it…” His hoarse voice was as unpleasant as a broken bellows.

Fan Tong stopped in his tracks, the stone axe he held high gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He knew that Cangfeng had to die.

As long as this man, blinded by hatred, lives, the tribe will never have peace.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only the howling mountain wind and the suppressed breathing of the tribespeople.

Suddenly, Cangfeng's body began to tremble violently.

He clasped his hands together and muttered incantations. A strange black aura emanated from his body, twisting and writhing like venomous snakes as it clung to him.

His aura was rapidly rising, and a suffocating sense of oppression swept over him.

"Oh no! It's a forbidden technique!" Granny Ling exclaimed, her voice filled with worry.

Forbidden techniques that sacrifice life force for a brief period of immense power.

Cang Feng is making a desperate gamble, determined to perish together with Fan Tong!

Fan Tong felt an immense pressure coming towards him, almost making it hard for him to breathe.

He understood that he had to act quickly and defeat Cangfeng before he ran out of life force.

Cangfeng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyeballs bloodshot, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

He let out a beast-like roar, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

"They're here!" Fan Tong's heart tightened, and he held his stone axe horizontally in front of his chest, ready for battle.

A dark shadow flashed by, and Cang Feng appeared in front of Fan Tong, his sharp claws striking towards Fan Tong's throat like a ghost.

Fan Tong dodged to the side, swung his stone axe, creating a gust of wind, and fiercely cleaved towards Cang Feng.

"boom!"

The stone axe collided with the sharp claws, producing a loud bang.

Cangfeng was forced back several steps.

Fan Tong brandished his stone axe, fending off the fierce and torrential attacks from Cang Feng.

He sensed that Cangfeng's power was rapidly increasing, while his own stamina was constantly being depleted...

“Fan Tong…” a gentle voice sounded in my ear.

Fan Tong instinctively turned around and saw the girl in white looking at him anxiously, her eyes filled with worry...

Cangfeng's speed was as fast as lightning, and every move was deadly, like a madman.

Fan Tong's wounds multiplied, and his clothes were stained with blood.

He felt dizzy and his strength was rapidly draining away.

"Fan Tong!" The white-clad girl's cry was heart-wrenching. She covered her mouth tightly, tears blurring her vision.

The hearts of the tribespeople were in their throats, and fear and worry spread like a plague.

They clenched their fists, but were powerless to do anything but watch helplessly as their hero walked step by step into the abyss.

Cangfeng let out a sinister laugh, and his sharp claws struck again, aimed straight at Fan Tong's heart.

At the critical moment, Fan Tong's gaze met that of the girl in white.

The worry and trust in the girl's eyes struck him like lightning, piercing through his confusion.

A warm current surged through his heart, and he felt an unprecedented strength.

He suddenly turned to the side, barely dodging a fatal blow.

The stone axe swung, drawing a perfect arc, and slammed into Cangfeng's shoulder.

Cangfeng let out a scream and staggered backward.

Fan Tong pressed his advantage, unleashing a barrage of stone axes that rained down like a storm, each strike carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

"For you, for the tribe, I must not fall!" Fan Tong cried out in his heart.

He felt a powerful force surging from deep within his body, flowing throughout his entire being.

This force is different from the past; it is stronger and purer.

"This is..." Granny Ling stared wide-eyed at Fan Tong in disbelief, "The power of a sacred artifact!"

Fan Tong felt his body was full of energy, as if he could control everything.

He looked at the girl in white, his eyes firm yet gentle.

"wait for me……"

Fan Tong took a deep breath, feeling the surging power within him.

The power of the sacred object flowed into his blood like a gentle stream, merging with his own power to form an unprecedentedly powerful energy.

He gripped the stone axe tightly, the blade humming as if in response to his determination.

The surrounding air seemed to tremble from this force, and a deep hum echoed through the valley, like the low roar of an ancient beast.

His gaze was piercing, fixed on the dying Cangfeng.

The madness in Cangfeng's eyes was gradually replaced by fear, and the shadow of death loomed over him.

Fan Tong raised his stone axe high, the golden light enveloping the axe and illuminating his resolute face.

"For the tribe, for peace!" Fan Tong roared, and his stone axe cleaved down with devastating force.

A dazzling light flashed, followed by a deafening roar that echoed through the valley.

The stone axe pierced through Cangfeng's remaining defenses, completely defeating him.

Cangfeng's body fell heavily to the ground, and he was silent.

The dark mist that had permeated the valley dissipated, and sunlight shone again on the earth, dispelling all the gloom.

When Cangfeng's men saw their leader fall, they immediately lost their will to fight, threw down their weapons, and knelt down to beg for mercy.

The tribes and neighboring tribes erupted in deafening cheers, celebrating this hard-won victory.

They raised their weapons high, singing and dancing, and the valley echoed with songs of victory.

Fan Tong put down the stone axe and slowly walked towards his clansmen.

His wounds were still bleeding, but he felt no pain, only the joy of victory and hope for the future.

His people surrounded him, and he became an eternal hero of both tribes; his name will be remembered forever.

Amidst the celebratory sounds of gongs and drums, Fan Tong and the girl in white held a grand wedding.

The young girl wore a pure white animal skin dress, looking beautiful and charming, while Fan Tong wore a feather cloak symbolizing a hero, looking heroic and spirited.

With the blessings of their clan, they married and began a new life together.

The relationship between tribes and neighboring tribes has become closer, and everyone is working together to rebuild their homes and create a better future.

Under Fan Tong's leadership, the tribe ushered in an unprecedented period of peace and prosperity.

Children played happily in the sunshine, adults worked hard, and laughter filled the entire valley.

All the conflicts were resolved, and the story came to a happy ending.