The valley, under the impact of Immortal Ziyan's self-detonation, looked like a playground trampled ruthlessly by an enraged giant, reduced to utter desolation and deathly silence. The charred earth was scarred beyond recognition, with massive fissures spreading like ferocious wounds, as if threatening to tear the entire world apart. The remaining trees were reduced to charred stumps, emitting wisps of smoke and silently weeping over this catastrophe. The air was thick with the pungent stench of gunpowder and blood, intertwining into a nauseating reek that placed one on the brink of hell.
Zhang Yue was drenched in blood, his clothes torn into tattered rags barely clinging to his battered body. His hair was messy, matted with dried blood that smeared across his filthy, dust-covered face, making him look like an evil ghost crawling up from the netherworld. A glimmer of exhaustion and determination shone through his eyes. Looking at Lin Wan'er, who was in an equally wretched state, he forced a smile that appeared exceptionally distorted on his grime-covered face, and said, "Wan'er, don't be afraid. We haven't lost yet, and Immortal Ziyan's sacrifice cannot be in vain. We are like those unkillable little roaches; we will definitely pull through." Yet, inwardly, he worried, "This Desolate Ancient Beast is insanely abnormal. Even Immortal Ziyan's self-detonation couldn't finish it off. How are the two of us supposed to deal with this monster now? Could it be that we're really goin…
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