The valley was utterly ruined by the rampaging Desolate Ancient Beast, and the billowing smoke and dust hung like a heavy haze overhead, pressing down so hard that everyone could barely breathe. Zhang Yue was covered in injuries, his clothes torn into a mess of rags that barely clung to his frame, fluttering helplessly in the wind as his chest heaved with ragged breaths and his body trembled slightly. His hair was as tangled as a bird's nest, sticking up in wild tufts as if venting the inner tension and defiance he felt. His face was streaked with soot and grime, sweat mingling with blood to carve channels through the dirt, making him look precisely like a miner who had just crawled out of a coal pit, or someone who had rolled around in a barrel of paint. Staring at the mountain-like Desolate Ancient Beast before him, he muttered anxiously to himself, "This brute has a hide tougher than leather, and none of our previous attacks made a dent. Are we really going to get killed by it here? No, I've got to think of something. Maybe right under its big rear end is a weakness. They say when you beat a snake, you hit its seven-inch mark, and this Desolate Ancient Beast might just have a similar fatal spot. I'll bet everything on this!"
Hiding behind a massive boulder, Lin Wan'er had a face as pale as a sheet, entirely drained of color. Her eyes were wide with terror, like those of a startled fawn. Her voice shook like a falling leaf in an autumn wind as she cried out, "Brother Yue, …
Chapter 237