The earth seemed to have suffered a torture from hell. Violent vibrations rolled wave after wave like surging billows, as if the entire world had plunged into a terrifying apocalyptic frenzy. Cracks sprawled across the ground in all directions with a crazed momentum, resembling the gaping, bloodthirsty maw of a ferocious beast. Wherever they reached, soil and stones splattered like cannonballs, kicking up dust that filled the sky and plunging the already chaotic heavens into even deeper gloom. Witnessing this apocalyptic scene, Zhang Yue felt a surge of anxiety so intense it was nearly suffocating. Tugging at his throat, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Not good! That Millennium Ancient Insect must be scheming something vicious underground, preparing a terrifying massive attack. Run, run quickly!" At this moment, his hair was a chaotic mess of wild grass dancing in the gale, and his face was smeared with a mixture of dust and sweat like an abstract painting, yet his eyes pierced through the chaos with the sharpness of twin cold swords, radiating determination and decisiveness.
Xuan Feng likewise acutely perceived the clinging danger, as though the reaper's scythe were already pressed against his neck. Without a second thought, he grabbed Lin Wan'er, his tone steady yet carrying unquestionable firmness: "Wan'er, don't be afraid, absolutely do not panic, stay close behind me!" Xuan Feng's expression was as stern as millennial ice. The wrinkles carved into his face by the …
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