The Bamboo Forest, a once-peaceful expanse of vibrant green, now resembled a living hell. Broken branches and withered leaves were scattered everywhere like the helpless, shattered remains of a brutal battle. The uneven ground was scarred with shocking cracks—gaping wounds inflicted upon the earth that bore silent witness to the fierce conflict that had just taken place. Zhang Yue, Lin Wan'er, and the Desolate Ancient Beast lay battered and bruised in the wreckage, their auras as faint as a dying candle in the wind, flickering as if they might be snuffed out at any second.
False Xuanfeng stood off to the side like a triumphant villain, a chilling and hateful sneer plastered across his face as though everything remained firmly within his grasp. Though the Wolf King shrouded within the black mist had also been injured during the previous clash, its terrifying and wicked aura had not diminished in the slightest. Its massive form loomed indistinctly within the dark fog, its eerie green eyes glowing with a sinister light like twin ghostly fires as they locked onto the group. That gaze seemed to proclaim that it would launch a fatal strike at any moment and consume them all utterly.
"Oh dear, are the few of us really going to meet our end right here? I've still been craving those sweet and soft osmanthus cakes from down the mountain—to have to report to the King of Hell before I've even had my fill would be such a terrible loss!" Lin Wan'er said with a bitter smile. Despite their…
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