Lu Wuqi and Yun Qingyue fought with a desperate courage, their determination fueled by the desire to survive. Lu Wuqi's dagger danced through the air, slicing through flesh and bone, her strikes precise and deadly. Yun Qingyue, her handgun barking a steady rhythm, provided crucial support, her shots picking off the grotesque figure that Lu Wuqi couldn't reach.
The grotesque form of Ming Dai—now fully fused with the monstrous pomelo tree—lurched forward, its elongated limbs stretching unnaturally, clawed fingers raking through the air like serrated daggers. His twisted body pulsated with a sickly green glow, the vines burrowing deeper into his flesh, wrapping around his limbs and torso in a macabre fusion of man and nature. His sickly yellow eyes burned with an unnatural fury as he unleashed a guttural snarl, his voice a discordant fusion of Ming Dai's original arrogance and the tree's ancient malice.
