The atmosphere in the valley grew increasingly tense. Low, rumbling growls echoed continuously from the depths, as if urging on a brewing storm. Each roar hammered against everyone's hearts like a heavy weight, filling them with dread.
Zhang Yue gripped his sword hilt tightly, his gaze fixed resolutely on the source of the sound. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead like crystalline pearls, sliding down his cheeks to pool at his chin before falling heavily to the ground. Yet his eyes showed not the slightest sign of retreat; instead, they burned with fierce fighting spirit. "No matter what comes, we'll take it head-on!" he gritted out, his voice charged with determination and courage.
Lin Wan'er stood beside Zhang Yue, her body trembling slightly. Like a flower caught in the wind, she appeared delicate and helpless. But her eyes revealed a stubborn streak—an indomitable spirit. "Brother Yue, I'm not afraid!" she clenched her fists, psyching herself up. Though her voice carried a trace of trembling, it was remarkably firm.
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