At the core of the Mysterious Space, the massive and grotesque magic circle still emitted a chilling glow, as if mocking everyone's powerlessness. Zhang Yue, Ziyan, Lifeng, Huowu, and Shorty gathered together, their figures looking both exhausted and resolute in the reflection of the magic array.
Zhang Yue gripped his longsword tightly. The light on the blade had dimmed significantly, and his eyes revealed deep fatigue and despair. His once dashing face was now covered in blood and dust, looking thoroughly battered.
Ziyan leaned against her Staff, her frail body trembling slightly. Her beautiful face was as pale as paper, and her eyes had lost their former agility and luster, leaving only a faint glimmer flickering within—the fire of hope burning deep in her heart that refused to be extinguished.
Chapter 111