Ravaged by the Desolate Ancient Beast, the valley was reduced to a desolate and lifeless ruin. The lingering mist was churned into chaos by various powerful forces, at times surging like a turbulent sea of clouds with an overwhelming momentum that seemed ready to swallow all creation, at other times thinning into wisps of residual smoke floating faintly in the air, adding an eerie atmosphere to the valley. Charred trees lay about in disorder like fallen soldiers on a battlefield, wisps of blue smoke curling from them and releasing a pungent, burnt odor. This contrasted sharply with the frost-covered areas around them, as if two opposing worlds of ice and fire were forcibly fused together, radiating a strange and oppressive aura that made one's blood run cold.
Zhang Yue knelt on one knee, a trace of blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth. It slowly dripped down his chin, staining the dust-covered ground with a small, dark patch. His eyes burned with intense anger and frustration like a blazing torch, fixed dead on the Desolate Ancient Beast as he gritted his teeth and snarled, "This bastard swallowed the old man—I'm going to tear it limb from limb and feed every piece of its flesh to the dogs!" His hair was as unkempt as a bird's nest, strands sticking up wildly as if venting the fury in his heart. His clothes were in tatters, the rags fluttering in the wind, with every tear telling of the sheer brutality of the battle just fought. The wound on his back still throbb…
Chapter 233