The fierce attack launched by the mysterious figure seized the opportunity, surging toward the old man like a black torrent. Under the impact of the dark power, the old man's figure was teetering, his face turned as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down his forehead.
Zhang Zhi was burning with anxiety, thinking to himself: "What should we do? We cannot let the old man be defeated just like this. We must do something! Otherwise, all of us will plunge into eternal damnation." His gaze was filled with anxiety and determination as he tightly gripped the sword in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Lin Wan'er covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes filled with terror. Her delicate body trembled slightly as she muttered to herself: "Is there really no hope left? Are we going to die like this?" Her heart seemed to sink into a bottomless abyss, and the endless fear almost swallowed her whole.
Chapter 29