The stillness of the shadow brought a brief respite to the tense atmosphere, yet no one dared to lower their guard even slightly. Zhang Zhi gripped his sword so tightly that the hilt seemed ready to be squeezed out of moisture, his arm trembling slightly from the excessive force. His gaze was locked fixedly onto the mysterious and terrifying shadow, not daring to spare a moment of distraction, while sweat beads on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped into the dust at his feet.
"What on earth is this monster plotting?" The young man struggled to climb up from the ground. His clothes were tattered and torn, his body covered in scrapes and bruises, and blood still hung at the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes still burned with an indomitable flame.
Lin Wan'er looked at Zhang Zhi through tear-blurred eyes, her body trembling incessantly like a fallen leaf in the cold wind. "Brother Zhang, what should we do? I'm so scared." Her voice carried a sob, and fear and helplessness had made her almost lose the ability to think.
Chapter 57