The dim palace corridor was permeated with an aura of decay and the unknown, as if the dust of passing ages had settled here, harboring countless hidden secrets. The pungent scent of venom left behind by the Three-Headed Serpent had not yet dissipated, intermingling with the stale odor inherent to the ancient palace, producing a sickening stench.
Zhang Yue wore black combat attire, his posture as upright as a pine. The hem of his tunic fluttered slightly in the dead air, accentuating his cold and resolute demeanor. With a handsome face, sharply angled brows, and deep eyes like cold stars twinkling in a night sky, he stared intently ahead at the trap mechanisms, his gaze focused and calm. "Everyone be careful and stay close to me." His voice was low and powerful, echoing through the empty corridor and bringing a measure of reassurance to the others.
Huowu wore a crimson dress as vibrant as fire, standing out dazzlingly in the dim environment like a blazing flame in the darkness. She held a Flame Whip, the tip twitching slightly and emitting a faint crackling sound as if gathering force. "Hmph, this hateful palace! When I get out of here, I'm going to burn it to the ground!" Her brows were sharply arched and her almond eyes wide, her petulance filled with stubbornness and resentment, and her stunning face flushed slightly with anger.
Chapter 162