Silver Wing

Even the other not-so-sensitive mutants could sense the approach of danger as they all looked in one direction. The tremble of the earth started from a mountain in the distance.

When one’s body mutated after metamorphism, his sense would become much more sensitive as well. It was only a matter of how much of an improvement it could be.

The depths of the Mountain of White Snake suddenly came to a standstill, with everyone waiting attentively for what would happen next.

People could smell the dreary smell of blood. It was vague, but it felt real. The smell originated from a mountain in the distance. It was not the smell of a human being; it was that of a beast.

"Keep up your guard. There is a beast coming!" a man from the crowd warned the others.

Mutations that occurred to human had always been the focus of the public’s interest, so naturally, there should also be beasts that had mutated. However, rarely had people ever seen such report on the beasts.