The setting sun gradually sank in the west, and that red sun on the horizon was like a dancer about to exit the stage, exhausting her final strength to radiate a supremely brilliant light. The afterglow, resembling a golden gauze curtain, gently and delicately cascaded over the Zhasha Peaks. Every single sand peak seemed meticulously crafted by nature, the miraculous artisan, edged with a dazzling, shimmering gold.
Right at this moment, a layer of white mist slowly rose among the Zhasha Peaks. The mist looked like light gauze freshly woven from a loom, drifting in wisps and threads, winding elusively between the peaks. It felt as if the earth, warmed by the sunset's glow, was exhaling a gentle breath of warm air, dreamlike and illusory.
"Human, you cannot escape." An enraged voice reverberated back and forth between the peaks and valleys, making the surrounding air tremble slightly.
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