The sound was hoarse, chaotic, and heavy, more like the roars and howls of a beast than a human voice, sending chills through those who heard it in the dark night.
Nangong Mo glanced at Yun Ran in his arms, silently wrapping her tighter in the cloak, while his hand quietly gripped the hilt of his soft sword.
A dark cloud drifted by, covering the moonlight, and the world suddenly dimmed. An eerie cold wind blew through.
Quick and hurried footsteps accompanied the wind, like drumbeats that shook the ground and mountains.
A group of shadows appeared under the night, their forms resembling tall and burly grown men, moving swiftly, but with stiff actions.
The night was too dark to clearly see their features; one could only sense, at a glance, that they were densely packed everywhere, a thick, terrifying mass overwhelming the onlooker.
"Awoo—"
Suddenly, one of them leapt forward, waving its hands towards Nangong Mo, emitting a sound like a wolf's howl.
