The valley resembled a dystopian purgatory. The roar of the Desolate Ancient Beast rolled like thunder, shaking the earth so violently that it felt as though every inch of the realm was about to be shattered. The thick fog surrounding them was stirred into churning, violent waves by the beast's majestic aura, shifting endlessly: at times taking the shape of a ferocious, clawing fiend, at others swirling like a sinister vortex eager to devour everything in its path. Scorched trees emitted a pungent, acrid smoke that spiraled upward like the wings of a dark demon, intertwining with the chilling aura of frost to render the landscape increasingly eerie and terrifying, as though one had stepped straight into the nethermost depths of hell.
Zhang Yue knelt on one hand and one knee, cold sweat pouring from him due to the agonizing pain in his back. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans trickled down his dust-and-blood-stained face, carving winding trails through the grime. His eyes widened like copper bells as he glared fixedly at the Desolate Ancient Beast, a raging fire burning within his gaze. His fury was like a volcano on the verge of eruption: "You damned beast, to think you would dare commit such a heinous act against the old man! I swear I'll tear you limb from limb! You vile monster, even if it costs me my life, I, Zhang Yue, will make you pay with your life to accompany the old man in death!" At that moment, his hair stood on end like tangled wild grass, pointing in every di…
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