Hearing the warning from the Golden-Robed Man, everyone felt their hearts leap into their throats. Zhang Zhi's gaze was steady, his eyes burning with a fierce fighting spirit as he shouted aloud, "Don't panic, everyone! Form your ranks and prepare to meet the enemy! Our survival hangs on this single battle—we must not retreat!" His voice echoed through the cave with an unquestionable resolution.
The others moved into action instantly. The young man gripped his long saber tightly, the blade flashing with a cold glint in the dim light. His face was filled with excitement and determination, eager to try his hand as he muttered under his breath, "Come on, let your granddaddy teach you a proper lesson! Watch me chop these beasts into pieces!" His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spew fire.
The middle-aged man stood calmly to one side, his long spear radiating a chilling, cold light like a venomous snake waiting to strike. "Everyone be careful, do not underestimate the enemy! These monsters mean business; we must handle them with caution." His voice was low and powerful, revealing the steadfastness and composure of a veteran of many battles.
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