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Final Bastion.
The atmosphere around the city was increasingly gloomy, as if even the sky felt the enveloping despair that hung over the defenders like a shroud. The blood-red color staining the horizon was disproportionate to the passage of time—it was only early morning, and the sun should have appeared from the eastern horizon with golden promise, not this crimson portent of doom.Beneath the walls of Water Dragon City, thousands of exhausted soldiers looked down, their faces blank as unmarked gravestones, all hope lost like scattered ashes. Their armor, once gleaming with pride, now dented and stained with the evidence of their desperate struggle."I don't know how much longer we can hold out," a soldier lamented in a despairing voice as he gazed towards the dark horizon where enemy campfires burned like malevolent stars. "The city is already destroyed, and we're just waiting for death to come and claim us, one by one."The companion beside him, his face half-hidden beneath a cracked helmet that
Arrival of the Young Master.
"Who's there?" Du Ba's voice dominated the silent night, carrying the authority of his position and experience. A flash of silver instantly lit up as he drew his sword, Autumn Frost, ready to fight again if needed. The blade hummed with a faint resonance, as if eager to taste blood once more.The clatter of other weapons soon followed, filling the cold night air with the promise of violence. The three Miao disciples already held their respective weapons, their eyes fixed on the figure coughing in the darkness, muscles tensed like drawn bowstrings.Instead of answering, the figure coughed even more, the sound echoing across the dunes as the desert wind picked up, swirling sand around them like a protective veil, adding to the mystery of the night. The moonlight seemed to dim, as if reluctant to reveal the stranger's identity."Sir, who are you? And when have you been there?" asked Du Ba in a suspicious tone, his eyes narrowing as he appraised the figure. He glanced at his three younger
The Sha Tuo Disciples’ Desert Vigil.
Night had fallen, and the moonlight fell softly in the center of the Hadarac Desert, its silver rays like celestial blades cutting through the darkness. Its ethereal glow enveloped the four figures of Sha Tuo disciples from the Miao tribe, creating long shadows on the cold sand that danced with each gentle breeze.The night sky was clear with no clouds to obstruct the view, a vast canvas of midnight blue adorned with countless stars that twinkled like scattered diamonds. Everything was clearly visible even though it was the first bell, or 11pm, as if the heavens themselves wished to witness what would unfold below.As the oldest disciple with the greatest skill, Du Ba opened his eyes first, the moonlight reflecting off his irises like twin pools of quicksilver. His weathered face, marked with the scars of countless battles, revealed the wisdom that came with years of hardship.He felt the softness of the night touching his skin, giving him a bit of coolness amidst the pain that still
Temur's Fatal Flight: Justice in the Hadarac Desert
"Hurry up! Hurry! There's a demon behind us!" he shouted, his voice cracking with tension and anxiety that threatened to break his mind. "Run as if the Yellow Springs themselves were opening beneath your hooves!"Whether he realized it or not, his foot was pressing too hard, making his horse's ribs feel broken one by one under the cruel pressure of his fear-driven strength. In the pain that followed, the faithful horse that had carried Temur through countless battles became angry, its animal instincts finally rebelling against its master's abuse.The horse whinnied, a sound full of pain and rage that echoed across the desert like a curse, raised its legs high into the air and threw Temur from the saddle with all its might. The officer flew through the air like a discarded puppet, his arms flailing wildly against the darkening sky.In the midst of his escape, the Hadarac Desert through which he was traveling was filled with dry, withered trees that stood like silent witnesses to countl
Unstoppable Force Against Golden Sun Warriors
"He must be a demon! Doesn't deserve to live!" he screeched, his index finger pointing at Eadric Rong and his little creature, as if he wanted to destroy them with a mere glare, his fingernail gleaming like a small dagger in the dying light. "Feel the consequences if you dare to resist my power! Your head will adorn my spear before the moon rises!"Around him stood about three hundred soldiers, ready for battle, their armor gleaming like scales of a massive dragon stretching across the desert sand. With that many soldiers, it shouldn't be a problem to gang up on an armed youngster and a small purple creature. The odds seemed overwhelmingly in their favor, like an ocean against a single drop of water.However, a miracle happened as the purple creature moved with unexpected speed that defied mortal understanding. Its movements were like flowing water, impossible to predict or counter.The trident spear in the creature's hand trembled in its grip, hurtling forward like lightning splittin
The White-Robed Youth
In his view, the figure was just a teenager with no visible weapons, not even a common dagger at his waist. There was no way he could take out a hundred soldiers at once. Besides, this teenager didn't seem to have the aura of a cultivator, no rippling qi or battle intent."Perhaps he's using poison," he thought, his mind racing through possibilities like a startled hare.Temur's face suddenly turned cloudy, as a horrifying conclusion invaded his mind like a serpent slithering into a peaceful garden. "You're using poison, aren't you? Hand over your poison to me, boy! Who knew I'd have mercy on you this afternoon! Your life hangs by a thread thinner than a silkworm's spinning!"Temur's expression worsened; anger boiled over when he saw that a mere teenager dared to challenge and intimidate his troops. His face turned the color of ripe plums, and the veins on his neck stood out like ropes.That figure, who wore simple clothes and looked calm as still water in a mountain lake, was Eadric
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