Everyone stood before the entrance of the mysterious ruins, their gazes closely captivated by the sight before them, their hearts filled with curiosity and vigilance. They resembled adventurers stepping into unknown territory, simultaneously yearning for the mysterious unknown and dreading the hidden dangers. At the entrance, a faint mist drifted as lightly as gauze. The mist seemed alive, flowing slowly as if whispering of the hidden unknown dangers within, imparting a hazy and mystical sensation. The walls on both sides of the entrance were covered in vines that intertwined and wound tortuously, resembling dormant pythons. Glistening water droplets hung on the vines, shimmering with an enigmatic light in the dim illumination like brilliant stars, adding an extra layer of mystery.
Zhang Yue took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his sword, which trembled slightly in his hand as if responding to his inner tension and anticipation. He stepped forward first, his posture agile and his pace firm and powerful. Every step was planted steadily and confidently, like a fearless warrior resolutely marching toward unknown perils.
"Everyone be careful, stay behind me," he said. His voice was steady and powerful, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet environment, echoing like a bronze bell by everyone's ears and bringing a touch of reassurance. Zhang Yue had a resolute face with distinct contours, and beneath his sword-like brows, his eyes revealed decisiveness and grit, as th…
Chapter 180