The atmosphere in the valley grew increasingly heavy. The low growls sounded like a call from the abyss, coming in waves that echoed endlessly through the valley, chilling the heart as though the terror might shatter one's very chest. Zhang Yue gripped his sword tightly; the blade quivered slightly in his hand, as if it too could feel its master's inner tension. He was tall and slender with a resolute expression, a chiseled face featuring sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and an indomitable heroic spirit between his brows. At this moment, his garments were in tatters, stained with blood and dust. What was once a pristine outfit was now utterly filthy, with parts of it torn open to reveal the wounded skin beneath. Yet he still held his spine straight, preparing to face the unknown challenge, his steady gaze seeming to say that no matter how great the hardships ahead, he would never retreat.
"What on earth is this thing?" Zhang Yue muttered, his voice laced with nervousness and a forced bravado. His voice rang out with particular clarity in the silent valley, carrying a trace of tremor while struggling to put on an indifferent front. His throat was parched with tension, and every single word seemed to take the last of his strength.
Lin Wan'er hid behind Zhang Yue. She was petite and delicate, with a pretty face like a fragile flower. Her fair skin appeared even paler in this gloomy environment, as though drained of all color. Her large eyes were now filled with terror, …
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