The air was thick with tension, so heavy that it seemed to weigh down every breath, every heartbeat. The ground beneath Li Chen's feet trembled, not from the tremors of nature, but from the sheer force of the battle raging at the heart of Yunxie village. Sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the blood that seeped from countless wounds. But he barely noticed it, his entire focus was locked on Ping Jun, his old enemy wearing Zhang Yiming's face.
Ping Jun's twisted smile sent a chill down Li Chen's spine. The man radiated dark energy, a tangible aura of corruption swirling around him. His form was wrapped in writhing tendrils of black magic, coiling and uncoiling like serpents. Li Chen had managed to hold him back for so long, but Ping Jun had grown stronger. And now, in a blur of motion, Ping Jun landed a devastating blow to Li Chen's chest.
