"Go"
"Go"
In the rainy night, the forest echoed with urgent shouts.
The creaking wheels rolled on the muddy mountain path, splattering mud as the Zhao Family hastened to flee.
After only about two or three miles of this flight, they heard a hysterical demonic roar from afar.
"It was you who killed my son!"
The outburst, hysterical like thunder from the skies, exploded beside their ears, terrifying them to the core.
The Zhao Father and Daughter, pale-faced, clung to the window of their carriage, while the servants screamed in panic.
"Boom"
Just then, behind the carriage on the mountain, a golden light suddenly pierced the night sky, followed by a thunderous explosion from the direction of the ruined temple.
The next second, the roar of the demon, as if its throat had been slashed, abruptly ceased.
Silence reclaimed the heavens and the earth, leaving only the sound of rain pattering through the leaves.
"Stop!"
