Su Yao gripped the magic treasure she had just acquired, her gaze fixed firmly on the uninvited guests before her. The Black-robed Man at the lead radiated an intimidating aura, like a volcano on the verge of eruption—oppressive and dangerous. The Black-robed Men behind him fanned out, each emitting a distinct, sinister fluctuation of Spiritual Power, resembling wolves in the darkness, ready to pounce on their prey at any moment.
"Hand over the magic treasure, and I will spare your lives," the Black-robed Man said again. His voice was deep and icy, as if emerging from the depths of the underworld, echoing in the air with an unquestionable sense of oppression. Su Yao gave a cold laugh, the light from the treasure in her hand flickering as if responding to her fighting spirit. "You are not worthy," she replied. Her voice was crisp yet resolute, like a bolt of lightning in the night sky, piercing through the oppressive atmosphere.
A flicker of irritation crossed the Black-robed Man’s eyes. With a wave of his hand, his subordinates sprang into action. They moved like phantoms, swift as black smoke as they closed in on Su Yao and her two companions. One of them produced a long black sword that shimmered with an eerie purple light; he slashed it forward, sending a corrosive wave of sword energy toward Su Yao. Where the energy passed, the air seemed to tear, emitting a sharp, sizzling sound.
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