The Ansha's Wrath
The ringing of the golden bell cut sharply through the tense air, vibrating through every inch of the cliffside. Xiao Yan's hands trembled as he raised his sword, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. The bell's sound seemed almost alive, pulsing like a heartbeat meant to strike at the very core of The Ansha.
But The Ansha only laughed—a dark, terrifying sound that seemed to twist the air around them.
"It's a pity," he sneered, his voice echoing with centuries of power. "You all are still naive… the same as a thousand years ago. Do you think a measly bell can harm me? I am the Ansha! The Ansha!!"
As he roared, his eyes blazed red, glowing with raw demonic energy. His once serene blue robe blackened instantly, his hair thickened and stretched to unnatural lengths, and a dark aura erupted from him, coiling like serpents around his body. Every step he took sent shockwaves through the cliff.
"Take cover!" LuQi shouted, his voice trembling as the ground beneath them quaked.
In a blur of motion, The Ansha moved faster than any mortal eye could follow. He reached LuQi in a heartbeat, lifting the saint effortlessly with one hand. LuQi coughed up blood as the sheer force crushed him against the Ansha's palm.
"Ansha! What are you doing?" Xiao Yan cried out, desperation cracking his voice.
"What do you think?" The Ansha's eyes glowed red as he sneered. "I'm killing him!"
Mi-An's heart lurched. She couldn't watch LuQi being torn apart. Ignoring Xiao Yan's pleas, she raced forward. Her own energy flared as she hurled herself at The Ansha. But the bell still rang in Xiao Yan's hands, sending tremors of hope and power through him.
"Xiao Yan! Don't worry about me!" LuQi gasped weakly. "Take the bell… kill him!"
Mi-An reached The Ansha and, with a surge of determination, grabbed him and tried to push him over the cliff. The demon-like power of The Ansha surged violently, a tempest of dark energy radiating outward. Rocks and debris exploded around them as the force dragged Mi-An down with him, the two spiraling through the air like a falling shadow of doom.
Xiao Yan staggered back, his heart in his throat. The Ansha's immense aura pushed him and the remaining Saints to the edge of their limits. He regained his balance and looked over the cliff—but the pair were gone.
For a moment, there was only silence. Then Xiao Yan screamed, a sound full of despair and rage:
"Mi-An!!!"
The wind howled across the cliffside, carrying with it the echo of Mi-An's struggle and The Ansha's dark laughter. The bell still rang in Xiao Yan's hands, vibrating through him with a reminder: the battle was far from over.
Above them, storm clouds gathered, swirling violently. Lightning forked across the sky as though the heavens themselves were watching the clash of god-like forces below. Xiao Yan tightened his grip on the bell, feeling the surge of power mingling with his rage. Somewhere down there, Mi-An and The Ansha fought, and he knew that the next moment could decide everything—life, death, and the fate of the realms themselves.