Zhang Yue and the Two-headed Wolf continued deeper into the unknown depths of the cave. The surrounding atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, as if enveloped in a thick layer of gloom. Droplets of water dripped steadily from the cave walls, sounding exceptionally clear in the near-dead silence. Every drip felt as though it were tapping against their tense nerves. A faint light seeped in from an unknown source, looking murky and dim as if infected by the heavy atmosphere. It cast blurred, indistinct shapes throughout the cavern—like illusory bubbles in a dream, elusive yet pregnant with unknown danger.
A trace of unconcealed exhaustion marked Zhang Yue's face, the residue of continuous combat and a lengthy exploration. More tears marred his clothes; several ripped openings fluttered slightly with his every movement, silently recounting the cruelty of the battle. Sweat soaked his hair, plastering it tightly against his forehead, while a few stray locks hung in disarray before his eyes, adding to his disheveled appearance. "The place is getting weirder and weirder, Two-headed Wolf. We'd better be careful." His voice echoed in the empty cave, carrying a trace of imperceptible tension, swallowed up somewhat by the oppressive environment until it sounded rather faint.
The Two-headed Wolf let out a low whimper, deep and full of vigilance. Its two heads swiveled constantly, watching every corner of the surroundings with alert eyes, missing not a single trace of potential danger.…
Chapter 175