Enveloped in a mysterious glow, the Desolate Ancient Beast's aura grew increasingly violent, and its already colossal body expanded once more, brutally warping and twisting the surrounding space as if the very heavens and earth struggled to contain its ever-growing, terrifying power. The glow, like tangible tentacles, slithered wantonly across the beast; with every flicker, it wrung from the Desolate Ancient Beast an even more agonizing and furious roar. The roar felt capable of shattering a person's soul, echoing endlessly through the valley and chilling the heart to the bone.
Zhang Yue was thrown into a dizzying tumble, his head spinning as though a swarm of bees was buzzing inside. Struggling to push himself up from the ground, he caught sight of this astonishing spectacle and burst out cursing, "What on earth is this Desolate Ancient Beast playing at, trying to intimidate us right off the bat? Is it going to transform into some super-sized monster and trample us flat? Did it eat some magical 'growth pill' for its size to balloon up like a blown-up balloon?" By now, his face was caked in dust, sweat mixed with blood streaming from his forehead to blur his vision. The wounds all over his body made him wince and bare his teeth as though countless needles were pricking him simultaneously, yet his gaze still gleamed with an unyielding, fierce tenacity—like an injured beast that refused to lower its head.
Lin Wan'er was frightened out of her wits, her once rosy, delicate face…
Chapter 229