Chapter 28 - "Twin Demons' Wrath: The Shattering of Broken Fang Gorge"

In the twilight-drenched valley known as the Broken Fang Gorge, shadows lengthened as Abraham and Michael stood shoulder to shoulder, facing a tide of bloodthirsty bandits driven by desperation and whispered promises from the Blood Cult. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and earth disturbed—a tempest gathering before the storm.Abraham's hand rested lightly on his sword hilt, the Plum Blossom Sword technique ready at his command like a poised bud awaiting the burst of spring. Beside him, Michael radiated an aura of raw, suffocating power; crimson qi crackled beneath his armor, a tangible storm ready to explode.The bandit leader, a hulking brute with scarred flesh and cruel eyes, bellowed a challenge, the roar echoing through the gorge. "Come! Let's see if the Twin Demons are more than shadow stories!"With no hesitation, Abraham moved first — a fluid cascade of twenty-four petals unfurling in a devastating dance. The "Cascade Bloom" swept through the bandit ranks, petals of qi blossoming and folding back with surgical precision, severing limbs and scattering fears like petals on a furious wind. The air vibrated with the shing of steel meeting flesh and the crackle of energy unfurling in lethal harmony.Michael followed with a storm unleashed—fists smashing forward like thunderclaps, crimson qi bursting with bone-shattering force, turning the ravine floor into a shattered ruin of stone and carnage. Each strike was a violent punctuation, crushing bones and despair alike. His growl was a low hurricane amid the chaos.The battle surged, bandits weaving desperate counterattacks with reckless abandon, but the twin demons were a wall of disciplined ferocity. Abraham's "Eclipse Descent" sliced through the shadows, a luminous arc revealing hidden foes and tearing through poisoned arrows mid-flight. Michael's presence deterred the boldest assaults, his gaze alone sending enemy hearts reeling into retreat.As they fought, Abraham's mind raced with defensive tactics learned from Mount Hua, blending grace with brutal necessity: Each petal a shield, each arc a promise. Their fury is wild—it must be met with measured storm. But the endless wave of foes tested their endurance, blood painting the valley floor and mixing with the dust.Then came the tide-breaker—the bandit leader's desperate gambit. Slinging a crude firebomb into the fray, flames erupted, smoke choking the air, obscuring vision but sharpening instincts. Abraham's qi flared, Plum Blossom petals spinning like a carousel of light, shielding both from searing heat. Michael charged through firestorm, arms swinging like wrecking balls, scattering embers and foes in his wake.Finally, the leader faced them alone, wielding axes in brutal tandem, his roar shaking the gorge. The twin demons converged—Abraham weaving the "Throne Ascendant," golden dragons spiraling around them; Michael's fists glowing with crimson fury. The decisive clash was a cataclysm of steel and qi: axes crashing against indomitable power, sparks showering like meteor storms.With one final, coordinated strike, the leader fell, the valley falling silent but for the ragged breaths of survivors and the whispers of legends born anew. The Twin Demons stood victorious—scarred but unbroken—embodying the mountain's wrath and mercy entwined.This battle became the latest chapter in Murim's growing saga: a testament to the strength born from discipline and unyielding will, and a warning whispered in every corner—when the Twin Demons hunt, darkness knows no sanctuary.