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A strange halo enveloped them. When Xie Shuai and Irene stepped onto the steps of the Gate of Light, a low roar suddenly came from afar. The dark shadow gradually condensed into a vague figure - it was the remaining power of the Dark Lord, twisting angrily, trying to stop them from moving forward again.

"Do you think this is the end?" The shadow roared, and the huge shadow pounced on the two.

"No!" Irene shouted, the sword shining in the sun, "We can't retreat anymore! Either win or die!"

Xie Shuai's eyes were like torches. He drew the long sword from his waist and cooperated with Irene to face the black shadow.

"Let it know that light will not be swallowed by darkness!" He shouted, cooperating with Irene to launch a counterattack.

The confrontation between light and shadow instantly illuminated the entire sky, as if the world was excited for this decisive battle. Xie Shuai's sword flashed with dazzling light, and every slash was unstoppable. And Irene's sword skills became more and more proficient, and she tried her best to resist the rage of the shadow.

Finally, the two of them attacked together and pushed back the dark power of the afterimage. The black shadow turned into dust and drifted away with the wind, leaving only a clear sky.

"We won!" Irene panted, with hope in her eyes.

Xie Shuai finally relaxed for a moment, but he knew that although the shadow of darkness had dissipated, there were still many residual dangers lurking in the deeper darkness.

"The future battle is still waiting for us." He said firmly, "but as long as there is light in our hearts, we will be able to save all the darkness."

The two walked side by side to the top of the Gate of Light, welcoming new challenges and new hopes.