The massive stone gate slowly rose, and an invisible pressure surged forward like a roaring wave, as if countless unseen hands wanted to crush everyone within the cold stone passage. Zhang Zhi gripped the Xuanyang Sword in his hand, the muscles in his arms tense, and the veins on his forehead bulging like winding earthworms, reflecting his extreme inner tension. His gaze was like a torch, fixed firmly on the mysterious stone gate, the unease in his eyes surging like a tide, only to be forcefully suppressed by his formidable willpower.
Lin Wan'er leaned closely against Zhang Zhi's back, her delicate body trembling under the invasion of fear. Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of all color, and her lips quivered slightly with fright. With a trembling voice, she said, "Big Brother Zhang, I... I feel like there must be something extremely terrifying behind this." Her hands clutched tightly onto the corner of Zhang Zhi's robe, as if it were her only lifeline in this terrifying world.
Zhang Zhi turned his head to glance at her, his gaze filled with firmness and reassurance. His look was gentle yet carried an unquestionable strength, as if capable of piercing through this endless darkness: "Wan'er, don't be afraid. With me here, I won't let you come to any harm." His voice was low and powerful, carrying a reassuring magic.
Chapter 70