In the vortex of the mysterious mist, which raged like an angry beast, Zhang Yue felt as though he were trapped inside an out-of-control spacetime blender. His internal organs felt as if they were being ruthlessly kneaded by an invisible pair of giant hands, and the nausea was so intense he almost vomited. He held Lin Wan'er tightly, as if clutching the most precious and fragile treasure in the world, terrified that a single careless moment would cause him to lose her. Lin Wan'er's eyes were tightly closed and she remained unconscious, her delicate body appearing all the more pitiful amidst the violent airflow. Zhang Yue's gaze was filled with steely determination and worry; while struggling against the immense suction of the vortex, he secretly vowed in his heart that no matter what, he would protect Lin Wan'er well.
The Black Skinny Monkey, acting like an agile yet bedraggled squirrel, relied on its innate agility to finally cling desperately to a protruding rock. Its little face was flushed crimson from exertion, and it kept shouting at the top of its lungs, its voice sounding somewhat strained and hoarse amidst the howling wind: "What kind of ghost place is this? It's even more troublesome than that hunk-of-junk spaceship! If we keep tossing around like this, Grandpa Monkey is going to fall apart!" Its once sleek and glossy fur was now a total mess, sticking up in random tufts that looked both comical and ridiculous.
The Desolate Ancient Beast was like an out-of-control…
Chapter 255