After that heart-pounding clash, the valley was completely unrecognizable. Most of the once rolling and magnificent peaks had now collapsed, with broken walls and ruins visible everywhere. Piles of rubble were stacked like mountains, resembling a desolate sea of stone. Dust filled the air like a heavy haze, tightly shrouding the entire valley and making the air so turbid that every breath seemed to taste of the bitterness of dust. The ground, ravaged by the brute force of the Desolate Ancient Beast and the supreme majesty of the mysterious giant palm, was covered in crisscrossing giant gullies and deep pits, like the scarred skin of the earth, silently recounting the tragic and cruel battle that had just taken place.
Zhang Yue and Lin Wan'er were closely enveloped by the mysterious light, as if placed within an isolated protective shield, temporarily escaping from the grim reaper's scythe. Still shaken, the two clung to each other like frightened fawns. Their eyes still retained the deep fear of surviving a disaster, as if the shadow of death was still lingering around them. Gasping heavily, Zhang Yue's chest heaved violently as he said with lingering fear, "Wan'er, what on earth is going on here? I really thought the two of us were going to kick the bucket this time. How on earth did a beam of light just pop up out of nowhere? Could it be that our accumulated good karma finally paid off, and the heavens couldn't bear to watch us die, so it specially stepped in to save us?" …
Chapter 245