The Abyssal Serpent, while momentarily pushed back by the tremendous energy released in the clash, was far from defeated. Its crimson eyes blazed with newfound fury, and it hissed menacingly. In the brief respite, the group quickly formed a defensive formation, their determination unwavering.
Zhang Wei, Zhang Yitian, and Chen Jing readied their martial arts stances, prepared to counter the serpent's next assault. Their weapons glistened with elemental energy, a testament to their mastery.
Yu Mei's hands moved with practiced grace as she selected an arrow from her quiver, her fingers caressing the sleek shaft. Her bowstring sang as she pulled it taut, the tension a testament to the impending power she was about to unleash. The fletching of her arrow ruffled slightly in the breeze, a prelude to the tempest she was about to release.
