The low growl echoed through the cavern like rolling thunder, making everyone's eardrums ache and their hearts tremble. Each roar seemed laden with boundless fury and oppression, striking terror into their souls. Emboldened by the sound, the monsters grew even more frenzied and ferocious. With bloodlust gleaming in their eyes, they hurled themselves recklessly at the group.
Zhang Zhi brandished his long sword, the blade flashing like a silver streak of lightning tearing through the darkness. Every swing whistled with a fierce wind, cutting down one lunging monster after another. His clothes were already soaked with blood, making it impossible to tell whether it belonged to him or the beasts. "Keep pushing, everyone! We can't go down like this! We have to make it out alive!" he shouted, his voice ringing with determination and unyielding resolve. Sweat mingled with blood streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground one drop at a time.
Lin Wan'er formed hand seals and chanted under her breath, sending a beam of ice-blue light shooting from her fingertips. Carrying a piercing chill, the light instantly struck a gesticulating monster as it lunged forward. The beast was frozen into an ice sculpture before shattering into countless pieces. Yet her face grew steadily paler, and her once-ruddy lips lost all color, a clear sign of excessive magical exhaustion.
Chapter 49