In the valley, the roars of the Desolate Ancient Beast and the heavy breathing of the people intertwined like a deathly movement. The tension reached its absolute peak, and it seemed as though even the air had been congealed by the oppressive atmosphere. The mountain-like body of the Desolate Ancient Beast loomed vaguely in the thick fog, resembling a moving fortress of darkness. Flames and frost alternated on its two heads, the blood-red fire contrasting sharply with the blinding white frost, making it look like a fiend from hell wantonly toying with the helpless prey before it.
Zhang Yue lay flat on the ground. A sharp, searing pain came from the spot where the ice block had struck his back, feeling as though countless red-hot iron needles were piercing him, hurting him so badly that he could barely think. He struggled to get up, but felt as though most of the strength in his body had been drained away. Every movement felt like bearing the weight of a thousand jun. Watching his injured companions, he was consumed with anxiety and cursed inwardly, "This Desolate Ancient Beast is too vicious! If I had the strength, I'd twist your head off and use it as a ball to kick! Once I recover, I will definitely make you pay a heavy price for what you've done today!" At this moment, his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, strands sticking up wildly as if venting the anger in his heart. His face was covered in a mixture of dust and sweat, with streaks of mud sliding down his cheeks. His…
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