As Li Chen and Madam Tang approached the village center, the sounds of chaos and despair grew louder. Li Chen's steps were measured and determined, but inside his mind, a fierce battle was raging. The voice of the God of War, usually a distant whisper, now roared with urgency and demand.
"Let me take control," the God of War's voice thundered within Li Chen's consciousness. "You are not ready to face Zhang Yiming alone. He possesses the soul of my ancient enemy, and this battle is beyond your current capabilities."
Li Chen's jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I've trained for this," he thought back. "This is my fight, my responsibility."
