The night was as black as ink, so thick it felt like it could drip.
Ominous clouds drifted in from nowhere, silently devouring the moonlight.
They allowed only a few ghastly patches of light to sprinkle sporadically through the forest.
At a glance, it looked like a torn spiderweb.
Deep within the woods.
In the canopy, over ten meters high, Hu Qi's figure blended in with the branches and leaves.
He leaned his back against a rough tree trunk.
Suddenly,
the Dagger clenched in his right hand sliced a cold arc through the ghastly moonlight, followed by a dull THUD.
The sharp blade precisely pierced a black snake, thick as a thumb, that had been slithering toward him, pinning its triangular head deep into the rough bark of the tree beside him.
The black snake's body thrashed violently, trying to escape.
But it was no use. It finally hung limp.
The vibrating hum of the blade echoed long in the dead-silent forest, startling a few roosting birds in the distance.
