The moon was shining brightly in the night sky.
The clear moonbeams were flowing down onto the mountainous woods like water, and the whole place was enshrouded in a vague misty haze.
The local geography was uneven and adorned with several giant trees. The forest was pervaded by a deathly silence; even the apes and tigers had turned quiet. There was only silence and nothing more.
Chu Feng stood there, diamond chakram in hand and blood staining his body. He was exuding an intimidating aura of valor. His body was glowing under the moonlight and his eyes were luminescent with crackles of electricity.
He had no time to care about his gravely wounded body. His eyes surged with tangible divine light which invoked apprehension in all beholders.
Everyone valued their lives—even king level entities were no exception—no one was moving at this time. None of them were willing to be the first to charge.