Amidst this perilous Bamboo Forest, the Blade Serpent was frantically writhing its slender, scale-covered body. Like a maddened giant black python, it tried desperately to shake off Zhang Yue, who was deeply embedded in its flesh. Zhang Yue's face was flushed crimson, the veins on his forehead bulging like earthworms, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his cheeks. His hands clamped onto the ancient-looking sword like a pair of iron tongs, his knuckles turning white from the immense effort. His feet were rooted deep in the soil like wooden stakes, and his entire body stood firm and unyielding like a towering mountain. No matter how wildly the Blade Serpent struggled, he did not budge an inch. At this moment, only a single, unshakeable belief filled his mind: "I must not let this Blade Serpent recover; otherwise, everyone will perish in this endless danger!"
Zhang Yue's once neat clothes were now thoroughly soaked in sweat and mud, tattered and plastered messily against his sturdy yet slightly exhausted frame. His hair whipped wildly about from the violent thrashing of the serpent, resembling a clump of tangled wild grass. Yet, his eyes revealed a moving tenacity, shining like two unquenchable cold stars amidst the tense situation. He knew well that every action he took right now was a matter of life and death for his companions; he could not afford the slightest retreat in this battle and must give it his all.
Meanwhile, the battle between the Desolate Ancie…
Chapter 284