Beneath a gloomy sky, across a desolate wilderness, a violent wind howled, whipping up a blinding cloud of dust that swept across the land like a furious yellow dragon raging between heaven and earth. Zhang Yue, Ziyan, and their companions hurried along, their faces etched with exhaustion and vigilance. Their clothes snapped loudly in the gale, and their footsteps were slightly heavy, yet they pressed forward with unwavering determination.
Just then, a dull sound of pounding hooves echoed from afar, making the very earth tremble. Zhang Yue's heart tightened. "No, the pursuers are here, I'm afraid." His voice sounded somewhat drifting in the wind, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears.
At the edge of the horizon, a mass of dark figures appeared, surging toward them like a fierce black torrent. The thundering hooves grew louder and more deafening, as if they intended to trample this barren land into dust.
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