Xie Zhichuan clenched the long sword in his hand, his eyes filled with madness and determination.
The two stood back-to-back, assuming a defensive stance, and engaged in a life-and-death battle with the Black Wind Beast.
The roars of the Black Wind Beast interwove with the shouts of Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan, echoing through the valley.
After a fierce struggle, they finally drove back the Black Wind Beast, yet their bodies were covered with numerous wounds, their clothes stained with blood, creating a ghastly sight amidst the sand-dusted valley.
They continued deeper and finally discovered a mysterious black castle ahead. The castle gates were tightly shut, exuding an eerie aura.
A few guards wearing black robes and black masks stood at the entrance. They stood as still as statues, yet they emanated an invisible sense of oppression.
