On the vast Martial Arts Arena filled with compacted yellow earth, a gigantic iron cage spewing flames lay across it.
From within the iron cage, crazed beastly roars shattering the night sky and an imposing menace reaching near and far echoed intermittently.
Around it, numerous Black Wind Village Mountain bandits guarding the area were drenched in sweat, feeling as if they were surrounding a massive bonfire, their garments saturated with sticky sweat, and their shoes seemed soaked with water, with foul-smelling sweat pooling between their toes at every slight squeeze.
Everyone eyed the struggling Fire Qilin inside the iron cage with fearful expressions, tension in the air.
Not far away, a group of Players chatting breezily, not only unafraid but rather critiquing the Fire Qilin with leisure and ease.
"This Fire Qilin seems quite discontent, never stopping its clamoring, wouldn't it be difficult for the village chief to tame it?"
