The Dark Power surged toward the crowd like a raging tide, as if trying to devour everything in its path. Caught in this desperate situation, Lin Qiye clenched his teeth, a fire of unyielding determination burning in his eyes. He knew well that if they gave up now, the world would plunge into endless darkness.
"We cannot lose!" Lin Qiye shouted, his voice clearly audible above the roar of the Dark Power. His words acted like an invisible force, inspiring everyone. Shen Qingzhu's flute playing grew even more impassioned. She played an ancient melody she had accidentally discovered in her family's ancient texts, said to awaken human potential in times of desperation.
As the flute notes echoed, a warm current surged through everyone's bodies. Their spiritual power began to recover slowly and grew much more abundant. The knights of the Order of Bright Knights rose to their feet, their lances shining brilliantly once more. The masters of the Xuanxing Family also rallied, the fear in their eyes replaced by firmness.
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