Blacksmith Zhao picked up the jade flute that fell on the ground and felt the cold touch from the flute body. He looked at everyone with ecstasy.

Xiaohong helped up the injured man in white with heartache...

Xiaohong hurriedly ran towards the man in white and carefully helped him up.

Her eyes were filled with love and worry, and she gently stroked the wound on his chest, tears streaming down: "How are you? Does it hurt?" The man in white stared at her gently, with a smile on his pale face, and shook his head weakly: "I'm fine, don't worry." He held Xiaohong's hand, felt the warmth in her palm, and a warm current surged in his heart.

Luo Xiaoyu struggled to get up and staggered toward Doctor Zhang, tears blurring her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Zhang, I..." She choked and couldn't say a complete sentence.

Doctor Zhang's eyes were also wet. He hugged Luo Xiaoyu and patted her back gently. His voice trembled: "It's me that I shouldn't be confused by the sound of flute, and I hurt you." The two hugged each other tightly, tears blended, and the warmth of friendship spread out at this moment.

As the crowd gradually woke up from the chaos, they looked at each other and realized that this crisis made them cherish each other more and made their relationship closer.

After experiencing the test of life and death, the bond between them has become even more unbreakable.

Just as everyone was sorting out their thoughts and preparing to celebrate victory, the ancient scroll in Blacksmith Zhao's hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

Everyone looked in surprise and found new runes appearing on the scroll. These runes were twisted and wriggled like tadpoles, emitting a mysterious aura.

At the same time, the originally clear sky suddenly became dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the wind was howling, as if something huge was about to happen.

Everyone looked at each other, and an inexplicable sense of uneasiness arose in their hearts.

"This...what is going on?" Zhao Blacksmith said in a trembling voice, and the ancient scroll in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Everyone gathered around the scroll, staring at the newly appeared runes...

The runes on the scroll were squirming like living things, emitting a strange light.

Everyone gathered around the scrolls, staring at these mysterious symbols nervously, and everyone's face was filled with worry.

Blacksmith Zhao's hands trembled slightly, as if he was holding a red soldering iron.

The originally clear sky was now covered with clouds, covering the sky and the light around it quickly dimmed, as if it was swallowed by some force.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur, which made people feel suffocated.

The cold wind whistled past, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a creepy rustling sound.

Xiaohong's heart was pounding, and she felt an inexplicable force attracting her.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently touched one of the runes.

In an instant, the rune burst out with dazzling black light, and a beam of light rushed straight into the sky, tearing a huge crack into the gloomy sky.

With the emergence of the black light column, a huge figure slowly landed from the crack.

It was tall, covered with black flames, and its scarlet eyes flashed with fierce light, staring at everyone.

Shadow Demon!

Fear surged into the hearts of everyone like a tide, and they couldn't help but retreat.

"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you!" The man in white stood up and blocked everyone. At some point, a long sword emitting cold light appeared in his hand.

The Shadow Demon let out a deafening roar, and the sound waves spread like shock waves. Everyone covered their ears and squatted down in pain.

"Children, don't be afraid! We will definitely defeat it!" Grandma Lin's voice sounded in the crowd. Although her voice trembled, it was full of power.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at Grandma Lin's firm eyes. The fear in their hearts gradually faded, replaced by an unyielding fighting spirit.

They held their weapons tightly and prepared to face the fierce battle.

The shadow demon opened his bloody mouth, and a strong black flame suddenly gushed out, like a roaring wave, instantly swallowing the position where everyone was originally standing.

The hot temperature burned the air, the ground was burned black, and even wisps of blue smoke rose.

Everyone exclaimed and scattered to avoid it. Mars flew everywhere, falling like raindrops, burning their skin.

Blacksmith Zhao raised the huge hammer in his hand and tried to block the fierce flames.

However, the black flame was like a bone-attached gangrene, instantly wrapped the hammer, and the high temperature quickly transmitted to his hands.

He groaned, his tiger's mouth was numb, his whole body was wrapped in flames, and he staggered back several steps, hitting hard on the stone wall behind him.

Liehun, who was beside him, widened his eyes in horror. Looking at the embarrassing appearance of the blacksmith Zhao, the hunting fork in his hand couldn't help but slid down.

Seeing this, the man in white looked trembling, and the sword in his hand flipped, and silver-white sword energy broke out of the air, stabbing the shadow demon straight into the shadow.

The sword energy was like a rushing river, with fierce murderous intent, but when it came into contact with the black flames of the Shadow Demon, it was instantly swallowed up, as if a mud cow had entered the sea without causing any sensation.

The Shadow Demon roared disdainfully, waving his huge claws, sweeping towards the crowd with the howling sound of tearing the air.

The wind is like a knife, and wherever you pass, the grass and trees are broken and dust is flying.

Everyone hid, but several people were still hit by the aftermath and fell to the ground screaming.

At this moment, a golden light lit up from behind the crowd. The mysterious old man held an ancient wooden stick in his hand. Runes shone on the stick. At the same time, the rune spirit was also floating in the air, and a soft white light was condensed between his hands.

The two forces gathered together to form a dazzling column of light, rushing towards the Shadow Demon.

The beam of light collided with the black flames, making a deafening roar. The two forces intertwined violently in the air, and the surrounding air was stirred up in chaos, twisting and deforming like boiling water.

The strong energy fluctuations made the ground start to tremble, as if it was about to crack.

During the battle, Luo Xiaoyu could not dodge and was swept by the shadow demon's claws. Her body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

When Xiaohong saw this scene, she was anxious and her face was full of worry.

She wanted to rush over, but was blocked by the chaotic crowd.

Everyone was suppressed by the shadow demon and retreated step by step, and wounds of varying degrees appeared on their bodies, and their clothes were stained with blood.

Their breathing gradually became heavy, their physical strength began to be overdrawn, and the feeling of despair in their hearts surged like a tide.

The atmosphere was extremely depressed, as if it would completely collapse in the next moment.

Doctor Zhang wanted to get close to the wounded and give a helping hand, but the shadow demon's attack was like a shadow, making him unable to get close at all. He could only wait and see anxiously from a distance. The huge pressure made him feel powerless.

Just when everyone was about to be unable to hold on, Luo Xiaoyu, who was usually reckless, suddenly calmed down. She gritted her teeth, and a strange light flashed in her eyes, and slowly got up from the ground...

Luo Xiaoyu struggled to stand up, wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were extremely calm.

She kept observing the attack mode of the Shadow Demon and found that although it was powerful, its attack method was a bit single, and there would be a brief accumulation of power before each large-scale attack.

This discovery ignited a glimmer of hope in her heart.

"Please note! Its attack is regular! It will pause before every large-scale attack, and then the runes on the chest will flash!" Luo Xiaoyu shouted loudly, although the voice was weak, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at this usually reckless girl in surprise. Unexpectedly, at such a critical moment, she could remain calm and discover the weakness of the Shadow Demon.

"Attack the runes on its chest!" Luo Xiaoyu shouted again, and quickly avoided another attack from the Shadow Demon.

When everyone heard this, they immediately understood what she meant and turned the attack target to the runes on the Shadow Demon's chest.

The man in white took the lead, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silver light, piercing the shadow demon's chest.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Blacksmith's hammer, Li Hunter's hunting fork, Elder Chen's talisman, and other villagers' weapons all fell on the Shadow Demon like raindrops.

The Shadow Demon's attack was interrupted and he let out a painful roar.

It waving its paws in anger and tried to fight back, but every attack was skillfully avoided by everyone.

Luo Xiaoyu took the opportunity to observe the Shadow Demon and found that after each attack, his eyes would briefly close.

"Its eyes are weakness!" Luo Xiaoyu shouted again, "Attack its eyes!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately concentrated their strength to attack the shadow demon's eyes.

Light flashed, crossing the night sky like a meteor, accurately hitting the shadow demon's eyes.

The Shadow Demon let out a shrill scream, his huge body trembled violently, and the black flames gradually faded out, eventually turning into a ball of black mist and dissipating in the air.

Everyone cheered and the joy of surviving the disaster was filled with everyone's face.

At this moment, a ball of black light slowly fell in the dissipated black fog and merged into Luo Xiaoyu's body.

Luo Xiaoyu felt a powerful force pouring into her body. She raised her head in surprise, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

"I..." Luo Xiaoyu murmured to herself, feeling the surging power in her body, and an unprecedented feeling surged into her heart.

"This is..." Elder Chen looked at Luo Xiaoyu, his eyes full of shock, "The power of shadow..."

Xiaohong rushed forward excitedly, hugged Luo Xiaoyu tightly, and said with a sob: "Xiaoyu, you are so awesome! Thank you for saving us!" Luo Xiaoyu blinked playfully, patted Xiaohong's back gently, and smiled: "Hehe, I mean it! We are good sisters, it should be!"

The man in white quickly walked to Xiaohong, gently hugged her into his arms, and asked with concern: "Are you injured?" Xiaohong shook his head, snuggled in his warm arms, feeling his breath, and felt his heart full of security.

She looked up at him, her eyes circling, and her tenderness was like water.

The man in white held her hand tightly and stared at her affectionately.

The people who survived the disaster sat together, sharing food and water, and bandaging each other's wounds.

After experiencing this life-and-death battle, their relationship has become deeper and their trust has become stronger.

The laughter echoed in the valley, dispelling the haze of the past, and the warm sunshine shone on everyone's face, as if blessing them.

Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, Elder Chen suddenly exclaimed: "No! The runes on the ancient scroll have changed again!" Everyone hurriedly surrounded them, and saw that the runes on the ancient scroll were twisting like tadpoles, emitting a more strange light.

An ominous premonition is overwhelming everyone's heart.

Suddenly, a huge roar came from afar, and the earth trembled, as if something huge was approaching.
To be continued...