In the night sky, dark clouds surged, almost pressing down to the ground, rain seemed imminent, making the vast plains covered with dense foliage appear extremely oppressive.
Qin Ming stood on the dirt road, flanked by trees that seemed like wolves in the forest, as he looked toward the end of the woods where a majestic, silver-white figure had appeared.
The autumn wind passed, yellow leaves fell in abundance from the trees lining the road, swirling with the wind, carrying a chilling bleakness.
Qin Ming sighed; rationally, he should retreat immediately, facing a giant beast of the Fourth Realm, he had no chance of winning.
However, he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.
As soon as he retreats, all the people in this town would not survive, houses destroyed, bodies of men, women, and children everywhere, blood staining the streets, these scenes could be imagined.
