That eerie laughter echoed before the ancient ruins like a ghostly whisper, feeling as though countless cold, fine needles were piercing straight into everyone's marrow, sending chills down their spines and making their hair stand on end.
"Who's there? Who's playing tricks in the dark!" Lifeng bellowed at the top of his lungs, his voice ringing out like a thunderclap in the silent space. He gripped his giant axe tightly, muscles bulging across his thick arms like hard blocks of stone. Built solidly, he glared angrily, resembling a furious war god ready to smash the unknown enemy to pieces.
Zhang Yue furrowed his brow, his gaze sweeping vigilantly around the surroundings. Standing tall and upright, he resembled a green pine rooted firmly on the edge of a cliff, standing resolute against the howling gale. "Be careful. The newcomer means us no good, I'm afraid." His voice was low and powerful, carrying a deep sense of caution.
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