4:Rising from the ashes

Rising from the Ashes

As flames flowed from Yan Xi's palms, painting the sky blood-red, Ling Yue's eyes gleamed in the darkness. Bai Xuan stood in the middle of the battlefield, his voice calm and composed.

"The enemy isn't retreating. You need to buy us time."

Yan Xi took heavy breaths and nodded. "Ling Yue, we need to work together."

Ling Yue hesitated for a brief moment before lifting her head, her voice cold.

"If you can keep up with me, it's worth a try."

Just then, the enemy general, Tian Luo, roared across the battlefield.

"Impossible! Night and flame cannot coexist!"

But Yan Xi moved with a single gesture, darkening the flames around him and merging them with Ling Yue's shadows. In that instant, the battlefield trembled, engulfed in both the abyss of night and the scorching heat of fire.

Ling Feng dashed into the enemy ranks, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's see how fast you really are."

In an instant, five enemy warriors' heads soared through the air.

Yun Zhi spread his arms wide, weaving an illusionary veil around their enemies. "Let's give them a little nightmare," he said with a sly grin.

Mo Ye vanished into the shadows. Seconds later, one of the enemy generals collapsed to the ground, screaming in terror.

Bai Xuan's eyes sharpened as he finished his calculations. "Now! Yan Xi, end this!"

Yan Xi and Ling Yue moved in perfect sync. One conjured a dragon of fire, the other a dagger of moonlight, both charging toward Tian Luo.

Tian Luo's voice echoed in despair. "You… You are the cursed children of fate!"

But it was too late. The fusion of flames and night consumed him.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Ling Yue turned to Yan Xi. "This is only the beginning."

Yan Xi gazed at the sky. "If this is fate, then we will rewrite it."