Under the night sky, the dark silhouettes of the distant mountains were faintly visible.
"The intel was wrong!" someone exclaimed in shock from within the forest.
The group that had surrounded Qin Ming was completely shaken. They quickly retreated. In just an instant, two of their comrades were already dead. That youth was far too fierce. In a blink, he had transformed from quiet and calm to lethal and terrifying, even his once-clear eyes now flashing like lightning.
Especially now, Qin Ming held a spear in one hand, having pierced one of their companions' chests and hoisted the corpse into the air, letting the blood drip down and dye the snow crimson.
The sight made the others' hair stand on end. If any of them had been in that man's place just now, they likely wouldn't have escaped either.
The youth's entire aura had changed. His black hair blew in the cold wind, and his delicate features were now etched with coldness. His whole presence was filled with crushing pressure.
