After defeating the Two-headed Lion and the poisonous creatures, Zhang Yue, Lin Feng, and Su Yao did not let a brief victory cloud their judgment. They knew all too well that in this mysterious and unpredictable ruin, danger followed them like a shadow, and every step could lead them into an unknown peril. Pausing only for a short rest, they continued deeper into the ruins.
The passage they were now in grew increasingly narrow, as if squeezed into this shape by the passage of time. Eerie lights flickered along the walls, waxing and waning like dancing will-o'-wisps, as though whispering ancient secrets or issuing dangerous warnings. A chilling aura pervaded the corridor, raising goosebumps on their skin, and every breath carried a bone-numbing cold.
Zhang Yue led the way. Tall and straight as a pine, every step he took was steady and powerful, as if measuring out this mysterious domain. His gaze was resolute like the stars in a cold night. Clenching his sword tightly, the blade quivered slightly as if responding to his inner vigilance. With a solemn expression, he scanned their surroundings, missing not a single detail; his keen senses captured every shadow and every whisper of sound. "Everyone be careful, this place feels thoroughly wrong," he said in a low, resolute voice that echoed through the narrow passage with an unquestionable authority, striking like a great bronze bell to sound the alarm for his companions.
Chapter 182