Supporting one another, they managed to stand up with great difficulty. Every step felt agonizingly heavy, as if their legs were filled with lead, and they slowly prepared to return to the Demon Palace.
However, before they had gone more than a few steps, a gloomy, chilling wind suddenly swept past. The sound of the wind was like a piercing whistle—harsh and spine-chilling. Faint, bizarre whispers seemed to mingle within it, sounding like plaintive weeping and wailing, as though resentful ghosts from the deepest abysses were crying out in grief.
Lu Zhanyuan felt a sudden tightening in his chest, his feet seemingly nailed to the spot. With a solemn expression, he halted and said, "Everyone be careful. This wind is highly suspicious; I'm afraid it hides treacherous secrets."
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