The thunderstorm carried the stench of blood.
A dangerous aura was approaching, and if she continued forward, she would inevitably encounter it.
This sense of dread felt different from any previous encounters with beasts.
Could it be the Fierce Beast spoken of in Tianyuan Sect legends?
She leaped onto a large tree, didn't draw her sword, but instead pulled out her Soldier's Shovel, her back pressed firmly against the trunk, eyes narrowed vigilantly at the front.
Raindrops climbed her long eyelashes, then quickly fell onto her forehead.
The scene in her eyes gradually pulled further away.
The desolate and treacherous mountain wilderness, dense ancient forests, and the menacing black-shadowed Fierce Beast sent an eerie chill straight into her mind.
Even with Cheng Xiaoxiao's strong mental resilience, she shuddered in fear.
Trembling with anxiety over the unknown, she had never seen a Fierce Beast before and had no idea of its capabilities or how to counter it.
