After defeating the Guardian of the Ruins, the group paused for a moment to catch their breath in the dust-filled space. Though physical and mental exhaustion weighed on them like heavy chains, their gazes remained resolute as they began searching for the legendary treasure.
Zhang Yue forced his weakened body to stand. His clothes were tattered and stained with blood from the previous battle, yet his eyes burned like torches as he steadfastly scanned the surroundings. Ziyan gently waved her Staff; the gem atop it emitted a faint yet stubborn light that illuminated the dim corners. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and a few strands of hair clung to her cheeks, but she had no time to wipe them away.
Lifeng breathed heavily, the rough gasps seeming to erupt from the depths of his soul. His hands trembled slightly as he shouldered the heavy Battle Axe, but his eyes flashed with eager anticipation—a look driven by a thirst for power. Huowu wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. Though her beautiful face appeared somewhat weary at the moment, her urgent gaze swept the surroundings, missing not a single possible clue. Shorty followed closely behind the others, tightly gripping his Dharmic Instrument, the runes upon it flickering erratically as he wore a look of nervous excitement, as if he were about to uncover a heaven-shaking secret.
Chapter 119