In the brief moment of peace after the evil power of the mysterious person dissipated, Zhang Yue and Ziyan barely had time to catch their breath before a new storm was already brewing. Deep within the Mysterious Space, an invisible giant hand seemed to be quietly turning the wheel of fate, pushing them once again toward an unknown abyss.
Zhang Yue stood upon a barren field as a fierce wind howled past his clothes, snapping the fabric like a battle flag whipping in the gale. His gaze revealed an unprecedented mix of determination and anxiety, the latter casting a thin, hazy veil over his resolute eyes. Beside him, Ziyan's beautiful face was currently masked in solemnity, heavy as a suffocating leaden weight. The Staff in her hand trembled slightly, its frequency seeming to echo the heartbeat of the Mysterious Space itself, portending the massive challenge soon to arrive.
"Ziyan, this trial is likely a catastrophe unlike anything we have ever faced," Zhang Yue said, his voice low and hoarse, sounding exceptionally desolate in the wind. Every word seemed squeezed from the depths of his soul, laden with endless heaviness and helplessness.
Chapter 107