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As the smell of blood spread, Zhang Tianfeng knew that the battle here had come to a complete end. He gasped for breath and looked towards He Cangyu, only to find that Zi Yan was in a precarious position, unable to continue fending off He Cangyu's attacks. At the same time, his gaze also caught sight of Di Fei in the distance, who had not retreated and was now running towards Zi Yan. Although he felt inwardly angry at Di Fei's decision not to retreat, he also felt proud of his actions. In Zhang Tianfeng's heart, he knew that Di Fei was someone who feared no difficulty and always stood by his comrades, a spirit that made him deeply proud.
Shifting the focus back to Zi Yan and He Cangyu, Zi Yan, under the relentless pressure of the attacks, decided to make a desperate attempt. Her eyes became determined, her movements agile, weaving like a snake as she attempted to swiftly approach He Cangyu and find an opportunity to attack.
He Cangyu's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were full of mockery. He understood Zi Yan's cunning intentions, but he did not back down. Instead, he made his swordsmanship even more fierce, like wild slashes and chops, forcefully blocking every one of Zi Yan's attacks.
Suddenly, Zi Yan's figure flashed, her speed like an illusion causing confusion. She swiftly closed in on He Cangyu, wielding her Moon-Cutting Dagger with a technique called "Phantom Piercing Heart." Her figure dodged like a ghost, evading He Cangyu's line of sight, the dagger flashing with a cold and ruthless killing intent.
At times, it aimed at He Cangyu's vital points, and at times, it swept across his body. The sword energy was strong, with a faint purple light, as if it traversed through time and space. Zi Yan's eyes were filled with determination; she knew that this move would be a life-or-death decision.
He Cangyu sneered as if he saw through Zi Yan's move. He seemed to deliberately expose a flaw to attract Zi Yan's attack. Suddenly, he turned around and faced Zi Yan's dagger swordsmanship. His hands quickly crossed, forming a strange seal.
Suddenly, a powerful aura burst forth, deflecting Zi Yan's sword light and preventing her from getting close to He Cangyu's body. This aura seemed like a raging beast, devouring Zi Yan's sword light.
At the same time, He Cangyu had swiftly approached her, his palm clamping down like a pair of pincers, instantly seizing Zi Yan's throat. A powerful true energy transmitted from his palm to Zi Yan's body, rendering her unable to make any sound.
With a heavy thud, He Cangyu viciously slammed Zi Yan to the ground. Zi Yan's body fell like a plummeting meteor, crashing heavily onto the ground and emitting a piercing scream. Her fall left a deep crack in the ground.
She spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with some internal organs, her face instantly turning as pale as paper, her eyes filled with pain and helplessness. Her chest heaved violently, each breath bringing immense pain, as if her heart was being torn apart.
He Qingyu looked coldly at the fallen Zi Yan, a sneer on his face. He knew that this blow had dealt a fatal injury to Zi Yan, and she could no longer continue the fight. He seemed to be savoring the taste of victory, with a constant smirk on his face, appearing triumphant.
Immediately, he let out a loud, piercing scream, a sound like a sharp blade cutting through the sky, proclaiming his victory. This atmosphere of victory also affected the members of the Eagle Soaring Gate, their faces showing excited expressions, igniting a stronger fighting spirit and accelerating their attack frequency.
And over here with the shadow and Chen Fan, they also noticed Zi Yan's tragic defeat and the change in the enemy's mental state. The shadow suddenly shouted loudly, his voice thundering, "Even if we have to die today, none of you Eagle Soaring Gate scum will escape." The shadow's expression was ferocious, veins bulging on his face, and his eyes shining with raging anger.
The shadow then warned Chen Fan, "Brother Chen, please be careful. I might become even more different from now on!" Chen Fan's heart tightened, knowing that the shadow in front of him would display even more powerful strength.
"Dark Thunderstorm!" With the surge of the dark shadow, a dark energy emerged within his body, causing his figure to become blurry as if shrouded in darkness. Suddenly, his body burst into a dazzling black light, like a black sun rising, dramatically altering the surrounding atmosphere.
His skin gradually became tightly wrapped in a black smoke-like substance, with the black light dancing on his body, forming a dark light shield that highlighted his figure as mysterious and terrifying.
Within the light shroud, bursts of black lightning erupted from the figure's body, emitting sharp thunderous roars as if the figure had merged with the thunder. Simultaneously, a gale swept around him, bringing a suffocating storm.
The figure's silhouette became blurred under the black light, as if it came from the netherworld. His eyes flickered with a cold gleam, filled with the mysterious power of Black Wind Fort. Dark energy surged around him, seemingly ready to engulf everything.
At this moment, the dark figure is no longer a simple person. He has transformed into a messenger of darkness, exuding absolute coercion and an atmosphere of evil. His transformation seems to foreshadow the true power of Black Wind Fort, a terrifying existence beyond ordinary people.
The transformation of the dark figure has brought Chen Fan an unprecedented sense of oppression. He feels as if he is surrounded by darkness, and the presence of the dark figure seems to be the spokesperson of darkness, exerting pressure on his soul like a mountain.
"Shadow, what is this..." Chen Fan couldn't help but ask. He felt the power of the shadow becoming even more immense, with a feeling of irresistible force.
The shadow did not answer. At this moment, he seemed to be in a rage, with a fierce and intense fighting spirit constantly surging within him. He raised the huge axe in his hand and through gritted teeth, uttered a few words, "Black Wind Rampage." A dark and furious wind, full of anger, swept out like a storm in the darkness, bringing destructive power. He could feel the terrifying power of the black wind emanating from the shadow, as if even the air was being torn apart.
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