Suppressing the fear in their hearts, the group moved forward with heavy, slow steps toward the source of the low, rumbling roar. Each step felt as heavy as a thousand jun, and the sound of their heartbeats was exceptionally clear in the dead silence, like the sole rhythm of life in this mysterious place.
Zhang Yue led the way, his long sword trembling slightly, whether from tension or the pull of that unknown force. His clothes fluttered gently in the wind, and the bloodstains and dust upon them spoke of how fierce the previous battle had been. Ziyan followed closely behind, the light upon her Staff growing dimmer like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to be swallowed by the darkness at any moment. Yet her gaze remained resolute, revealing an indomitable will.
"Everyone be careful, make no rash moves," Zhang Yue lowered his voice to urge them. His voice sounded exceptionally low in the empty space, as if pressed down by the surrounding darkness.
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