The valley trembled violently under the shroud of a strange sound, as if it could collapse at any moment. The sound grew clearer, resembling ancient bell tolls—dull yet powerful, striking at everyone's mind with every beat and involuntarily accelerating their heartbeats to its bizarre rhythm.
Zhang Yue lay half-reclining on the ground, the wound on his shoulder still throbbing with a dull ache. Every breath came with a sharp pain, yet his mind was filled with doubt as he muttered to himself, "What on earth is that sound? Could something even more terrifying be coming out? This trip has been utterly thrilling—far more dangerous than all the perilous realms I've ever conquered combined. If I manage to make it out alive this time, I'm going to sleep for three solid days and nights." His complexion was rather pale, and his lips carried a bluish tint from blood loss, but his eyes still retained a stubborn, unyielding defiance. His hair was tangled into a chaotic mess of sweat and dust, looking precisely like a bird's nest with strands sticking up every which way, while his clothes were torn beyond recognition, their fabric strips fluttering in the wind like tattered banners.
Lin Wan'er ran anxiously to Zhang Yue's side, dropping to her knees with a thud. Her eyes were brimming with heartache, tears swirling in her sockets as she spoke with a cry in her voice, "Brother Yue, how badly are you hurt? That sound is terrifying, my knees are practically turning to jelly. Shouldn't we f…
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