Xu An and Lin Yu stared in terror at the giant figure, their hearts filled with worry. The figure was like a moving mountain, blocking out the sky and sun; wherever it went, the wind howled, and sand and stones flew. Everything around was suppressed by this powerful aura, as if time had frozen at that moment.
"Who is this? Can we still defeat it?" Lin Yu whispered, a slight tremor in his voice. His hands clenched into fists tightly, knuckles white from the pressure, and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead.
Xu An didn't answer immediately, his gaze fixed firmly on the giant figure, his eyes full of both fear and a hint of stubbornness. "I don't know, but we have to try," he said through gritted teeth. Though his voice was not loud, it carried an unmistakable firmness.
