Xiao Ruiyuan came to a halt, his sharp eyes vigilantly scanning ahead as his right hand had already tightly grasped the Sharp Sword at his waist.
The Dark guards had drawn their blades too, ready to plunge them into the necks of their enemies at a moment's notice, staining them with the most vibrant yet most sinister color in the world.
There was silence all around, not even the sound of the wind could be heard. The pitch-black night was like the gaping maw of a monstrous beast, greedily eager to devour any prey that came knocking at its door.
Unfamiliar dangers were about to approach, and Mo Yan clenched her hands with a trace of nervousness, daring not make a sound. The Golden Beast below detected her unease, turned its massive head and nuzzled her leg as if to comfort her.