At the heart of the Mysterious Space, the group had just endured an arduous battle breaking the magical formation, leaving them physically and mentally exhausted. Yet, before they could catch even a momentary breath, a new discovery instantly revived their spirits.
This core area was permeated by an ancient and mysterious aura, like a thick fog shrouding everything in its embrace. The surrounding walls were carved with strange runes and patterns, their winding, tortuous lines resembling the handwriting of ancient deities, flickering in the dim light and exuding endless mystery.
Zhang Yue held his longsword, the blade trembling slightly as it reflected the eerie surrounding light. His gaze was sharp as a falcon's, missing not a single minute detail. Every step he took was executed with extreme caution, as if hidden traps lay beneath his feet.
Chapter 115