On the other side of the playground, C and D were playing soccer with great enthusiasm. C confidently kicked the ball out, shouting, "Watch my powerful shot! This ball is sure to go in!" His eyes revealed determination and confidence, as if he were the king of the soccer field.
Not to be outdone, Ding quickly ran to block him, shouting, "Hey, it's not that easy to get in. I won't let you succeed." He moved nimbly across the court, like a whirlwind.
The students ran and played joyfully on the playground, their energetic figures like leaping musical notes, composing a vibrant and lively symphony of campus life. However, in this joyful and peaceful atmosphere, suddenly, a fierce wind arose without warning…
Feng Yinsha huddled alone in a dark corner, his body trembling uncontrollably. The cold, ruthless face of Queen Mandora and the cruel scene of her taking his body kept flashing through his mind. He felt as if he were sinking into an endless abyss, dark and cold.
"Why? Why did you do this to me?" he cried out in his heart, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness. He had once been full of hope for life, longing to live like a normal person, to have friends, and to enjoy the sunshine. But now, all of that had been ruthlessly destroyed by Queen Mandora.
He pounded the ground in fury, the wound on his hand reopening, blood staining his sleeve, but he was oblivious. He was now forever in his transformed form, hating his own weakness, hating his inability to resist Queen Mandora's tyranny. Was this the price of making a deal with darkness?
"I can't give up like this. I'll make her pay for this in the future!" A resolute glint flashed in Feng Yinsha's eyes. He struggled to his feet and staggered forward. Unknowingly, he arrived at the rooftop of a tall building.
When he looked up and saw everyone around him enjoying life with laughter and joy, an overwhelming resentment welled up in his heart. "Why can you have everything while I have to suffer like this?" His eyes were filled with pain and resentment, an indictment of the injustice of fate.
"I will let dark clouds cover this place, and make all those who once mocked me kneel down and beg for mercy." Feng Yinsha, dressed in a mysterious purple robe, stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building in the city, his eyes revealing endless anger and resentment as he spoke fiercely towards the direction of the elite primary school.
"Silver Thread Blade!" With a roar, a silver light streaked across the sky like lightning.
"Let the winds blow!" He raised his hands high, as if summoning power from hell.
"Wind! Blow harder!" His voice sounded particularly ferocious in the gale.
In an instant, dark clouds, like a surging tide, gradually enveloped Elite Elementary School with unstoppable force. The once bright and clear sky was instantly obscured by thick, gray clouds, and the sunlight, despite its best efforts to penetrate the clouds, appeared pale and powerless.
The atmosphere on campus suddenly became tense. On the playground, the children looked at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, their faces showing unease. A gentle breeze began to blow, rustling the leaves, a sound like the whispers of demons, conveying unsettling signals.
The windows of the teaching building trembled slightly in the strong wind, creaking and groaning as if telling of their fear. The lights in the classrooms also seemed dim, as if swallowed by the sudden darkness. The teachers stopped their busy work and looked out the windows at the unsettling dark clouds, a sense of unease rising in their hearts.
Just as Feng Yinsha was admiring the beautiful scene he had created, he saw two Ye Luoli warriors and their contracted fairies. Feng Yinsha began to mutter to himself, "Silver Silk Knife, it's a bit difficult for me to deal with all four of them by myself. I can deal with the two girls first and set up a barrier."
Those outside the barrier had no idea what was happening. "Ye Luoli magic! Darkness shrouds the earth! A barrier!" The barrier surrounded everything except the school building. Feng Yinsha was still not satisfied. He chanted the spell again, "Ye Luoli magic! Stir up a gale! Wind, blow harder!"
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