Wu Jian’s teeth clattered and his entire body trembled as he fought against the primal fear this man invoked. He had never felt this overwhelming terror before. It was worse than when he was a child and just a coward, worse than the fear and shock he felt when his entire clan was destroyed. His eyes fluttered rapidly as a vision of him being impaled upon a massive claw flashed before him.
Get a grip! Get a grip! Get a grip, Wu Jian!
Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, Wu Jian raised Pale Moon at the man. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.