Zhang Yue continued to carefully grope his way forward in the dark and deep cavern. The atmosphere within the cave seemed shrouded in a layer of gloom, growing increasingly eerie and desolate. Bursts of wind drifted through from time to time, sounding as though they blew from the nethermost depths of hell—like countless wronged souls weeping over the tragic suffering of their mortal lives, or perhaps malevolent demons lurking in the shadows, emitting spine-chilling, low chuckles. These sounds echoed ceaselessly through the narrow and enclosed space, each note like a sharp shard of ice piercing straight into the depths of Zhang Yue's heart, sending involuntary chills down his spine. The surrounding darkness was like a thick, pitch-black ink, tightly enveloping him as if an invisible giant hand were attempting to mercilessly swallow him whole, trapping him in this endless darkness forever.
At this moment, the clothes Zhang Yue wore were already tattered and torn from his previous fierce battle with the monsters. Several ripped openings fluttered limply in the wind as he walked, as if recounting the brutality of the fight. His hair was also slightly disheveled, with a few strands straying casually across his forehead, adding an extra touch of disarray. Yet his gaze remained resolute and sharp, like bright stars shining brilliantly in the cold night. Amidst the heavy encirclement of darkness, his eyes flickered with an unyielding radiance, seeming to declare to this dark world h…
Chapter 172