Barkley's fist was still suspended in the air, the power in his body was surging, but his mind was in deep confusion. The enemy in front of him stood quietly and no longer attacked him. Those dark red eyes seemed to be staring at him, through his skin, directly reaching the mysterious power in his body.
"Why not attack?" Barkley asked himself in a low voice.
The woman also seemed a little hesitant. Her dagger was still tightly held in her hand, her body was tense, ready to fight at any time. But she also realized something unusual - these hunters were not as eager to attack as before, but with a scrutinizing attitude.
"Barkley, be careful." She reminded him vigilantly, not taking her eyes off the enemy hidden in the dark.
Barkley felt the oppression in the air becoming stronger, but at the same time, he vaguely realized that this battle was not just a contest of strength. The other party seemed to be waiting for something, or trying to lure him to reveal some information.
At this moment, the black shadow slowly walked forward and stood opposite Barkley. It raised its hand, and its black cloak fluttered slightly in the wind. As it moved, a deep voice sounded in Barkley's mind, not through language, but a resonance that struck the heart directly.
"The power in you... we have been looking for it."
This sentence was like a cold dagger, piercing directly into Barkley's consciousness. The voice had no emotion, but it contained some unquestionable authority, as if it came from an ancient existence deep in the universe.
"What are you talking about?" Barkley tried to calm down, but the uneasiness in his heart could not be suppressed, "Why are you hunting me? And my parents?"
The shadow's eyes flickered slightly, as if brewing some kind of response. Its voice echoed in Barkley's mind again: "Your parents, they discovered some secrets deep in the genes-a truth we have long known. But they tried to control this power and introduce it into reality. We can't allow this power to be abused."
Barkley's heart suddenly shook. This sentence made him realize that his parents' research back then was not just for scientific exploration, and the areas they touched were far beyond his imagination.
"What do you mean by 'abuse'?" Buckley asked loudly, trying to figure out the truth.
"The balance of the universe." The shadow's voice was cold and ruthless, "The power in your body does not belong to you, nor to your parents. It comes from the origin of the universe, from those long-forgotten rules. Controlling it means destroying the balance of the universe and the advent of chaos."
Buckley was silent for a moment. He once thought that this pursuit was for power and profit, but now he realized that there were more complex motives behind it. His parents' research not only changed his fate, but also touched the fundamental laws of the universe. And he, as a product of this experiment, is standing at the center of this cosmic game.
"My parents, they just want to uncover the truth." Barkley said firmly, with an anger in his voice that he himself did not realize, "They don't want to destroy any balance."
"The truth?" The shadow laughed lowly, as if mocking Barkley's naivety, "The truth is not as simple as you think. Your parents tried to open that door and peek into the deepest secrets of the universe. But they did not realize that on the other side of the door, there is an endless abyss."
Barkley felt a chill all over his body. He suddenly realized that there was a deeper story behind his parents' disappearance, pursuit, and the power in his body. This is not just about power and control, but about the contest between the laws and order of the universe.
Just then, the woman's voice interrupted Barkley's thoughts. "We can't trust them," she whispered, still staring at the shadows, "Their words are only one-sided and full of lies."
Barkley did not respond immediately. He was in a struggle in his heart-on the one hand, he wanted to believe that his parents' original intentions were good, on the other hand, the shadow's warning seemed to reveal a deeper crisis.
"What do you want?" Barkley finally asked, trying to keep himself calm.
A cold light flashed in the shadow's eyes. "We don't want you, we want the power in your body. It doesn't belong to you, it belongs to us. Hand it over, and we can spare your life."
Barkley's breathing stagnated. Hand over the power? He could feel that the power in his body was deeply rooted in his genes and even integrated with his life. He couldn't imagine what he would become if he lost this power.
"Impossible." Barkley said decisively, with a hint of firm anger in his voice.
"You have no choice." The shadow's low voice was like a death sentence. As soon as the voice fell, the air around him became heavier in an instant, as if the entire space was collapsing inward.
The hunters lurking in the dark suddenly took action. Their figures shuttled through the darkness like ghosts, quickly surrounding Barkley and the woman. Every hunter's eyes flashed red, like a hungry predator, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.
"What should we do now?" Barkley asked in a low voice, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings, trying to find a way to escape.
The woman held the dagger tightly, her expression grim. "We can't fight hard, these hunters are too powerful. You haven't fully mastered your power yet, and a hasty fight will only fall into their trap."
"Then do we run?" Barkley gritted his teeth, his heart full of unwillingness.
The woman glanced at him, with a hint of determination in her eyes. "Running is not a solution, we must find a breakthrough." She whispered, quickly scanning the surrounding environment, "We have to use the distortion of space to create chaos, and then take the opportunity to escape."
Barkley nodded, he understood what the woman meant. The time and space in this area are extremely unstable. If they can take advantage of this, they may be able to get away temporarily.
However, just as they were about to act, the voice of the shadow sounded in Barkley's mind again: "You can't escape, Barkley. We have been hunting your family for generations. You are destined to be unable to get rid of us."
This sentence made Barkley's heart sink suddenly. This was not just a showdown between him and his parents. The hunt had already gone beyond personal grudges and even the fate of several generations. Those hunters in the dark seemed to be a conspiracy that had lasted for countless centuries. Their goal had never changed - it was this ancient power.
"Get ready." The woman whispered, tightening Barkley's wrist.
The next second, they attacked at the same time. The woman's dagger cut through the air, bringing out a cold light and stabbing directly at the nearest hunter. Barkley released the energy in his body, forming a powerful shock wave that instantly repelled several shadows.
The two took advantage of this moment of chaos and quickly rushed to a space-time crack not far away. The crack seemed to lead to another world, full of unknown dangers, but at this time they had no choice.
The shadows realized their intentions and let out a low roar. The hunters gathered again and pounced on Barkley and the woman. But just as they were about to approach, Barkley and the woman had already stepped into the space-time crack and disappeared into the darkness.
The crack closed quickly, and the hunter's claws stopped in mid-air, just a hair's breadth away from Barkley. They hesitated for a moment, then let out a low roar and dissipated into the night.
Barkley and the woman were thrown into an unfamiliar space. They fell into a vast starry sky, and everything around them seemed unreal, as if reality and illusion were intertwined.
"Did we succeed?" Barkley asked, panting, his heart still tense.
The woman looked up into the distance, with some complex emotions flashing in her eyes. "It's safe for now, but this is not the end."