him.
    The tornado, unstoppable, rushed towards Qin Yi, the gusts making him shiver, instilling a sense of fear.
    "You dark bell! Come out if you dare! Hiding in a tornado, what’s the point!" Qin Yi shouted at the tornado, his sword flashing with lightning.
    As soon as he spoke, the tornado grew stronger, generating a formidable suction force. Qin Yi felt himself being pulled forward, struggling to control his movement.
    "Big... Big Brother... please... it was just a joke! Don’t take it seriously!" Qin Yi pleaded with a forced smile, inching forward.
    "Creak!"
    Qin Yi planted his blood-colored broken sword into the ground, gripping it tightly to prevent being sucked away by the tornado. The suction continued to intensify, pushing the sword deeper into the ground.
    "Damn, why is this black bell so powerful!" Qin Yi muttered, frustrated but feeling powerless to act.
    "Clang~"
    A deep, ancient chime sounded from within the tornado. Qin Yi's vision blurred, his surroundings becoming indistinct.
    "What’s happening?!" Qin Yi asked in shock, shaking his head to see clearly.
    "Whoosh~"
    The tornado's roar grew louder, closing in on Qin Yi, who remained rooted in place.
    Suddenly, Qin Yi opened his eyes, a golden light flashing in them. He pulled out the blood-colored broken sword, surrendering to the suction and flying into the tornado.
    "Now's the time!" With a sinister smile, Qin Yi's hands erupted with purple-gold lightning, channeling it into the sword.
    Spinning around the tornado, it seemed he was about to be swallowed.
    "Cross Thunder Sword!"
    The sword flashed with cold light, a cross-shaped lightning shot out, carrying violent energy and an unmatched, domineering aura.
    "This force is unyielding!" Qin Yi questioned, continuously releasing lightning sword beams, each increasing the invisible force more.
    The purple-gold sword beams approached the tornado, only to be absorbed and destroyed without reaching the black bell.
    "How am I supposed to fight this?!" Qin Yi lamented, feeling an urge to give up.
    The tornado, slicing through the air, produced wind blades that cut into Qin Yi’s flesh, causing numerous wounds. Gritting his teeth, he clung to his sword, suffering.
    "Clang~"
    The bell’s chime echoed, filling Qin Yi's mind with drowsiness.
    "No... I can’t sleep... I must stay awake!" he struggled internally, fighting the overwhelming urge to succumb.
    "Zap~"
    A deep black lightning bolt shot from his necklace, jolting him awake with a numbing sensation.
    "Ah!"
    Qin Yi roared in pain, a charred spot on his chest, regaining full alertness. He was about to scold the Three-Leafed Thousand Thunder Grass but stopped.
    Looking at the tornado, now only twenty meters away, 

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