When the magic array finally developed a slight crack under the concerted attacks of everyone, that dawn-like glimmer of hope instantly ignited the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts. However, before they even had a chance to catch their breath, a new crisis swept over them like a surging tide.
Although Shorty's discovery yielded initial success in breaking the array, as the light of the magic array gradually dimmed, an even more violent force surged from its depths. The runes that had previously appeared calm began to flash wildly, resembling countless pairs of demonic eyes opening in the dark, emitting a chilling aura. That aura, thick as ink, pervaded the entire space, making breathing difficult.
Zhang Yue bore the brunt of the powerful pressure. He gripped his longsword tightly, the blade trembling slightly as if it too felt fear in the face of this force. "Everyone, be careful!" he shouted loudly, but his voice was drowned out by the howling magical wind around him. His clothes snapped and fluttered in the onslaught of this mighty force, his hair dancing in disarray, while his eyes stared fixedly at the continuously emerging magic.
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