At the heart of the Mysterious Space, a massive magic circle emitted an eerie and captivating glow. Like a bizarre, blazing sun, it cast a glaring light across this chaotic expanse. The radiance pulsed and shifted as if endowed with life, exuding a sense of endless mystery and danger. Zhang Yue and Ziyan stood shoulder to shoulder, their figures appearing both small and resolute against the illuminating backdrop.
Zhang Yue's brow was deeply furrowed, his straight brows knitted together like mountain ranges, and his eyes were sharp as lightning as he tried to pierce through the layers of light to fathom its secrets. He paced slowly around the magic circle, every step deliberate and cautious, the ground beneath his feet seeming to tremble slightly with his movement. From time to time, the long sword in his hand tapped lightly against the ground, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound that rang out exceptionally clear in the silent, oppressive space—as if it were an outlet for his inner anxiety.
Ziyan, meanwhile, closed her eyes slightly, the Staff in her hand trembling gently. The gemstone at the top of the Staff flickered with a deep blue light, intertwining with the radiance of the magic circle and reflecting across her delicate face. She was fully concentrated on magical perception, attempting to capture the subtle fluctuations hidden behind the light. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like butterflies resting upon flower petals, ready to take flight at any moment. Her bre…
Chapter 108