The brothers cautiously groped their way forward, their steps landing on the moss-covered rocks, and occasionally someone slipped, making a dull sound that echoed starkly in the silent mountain valley.
Inside the cave, Liu Tingting wielded a sharp blade, sharpening it with murderous intent, her eyes gleaming with greed and madness, as if she were about to devour the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger alive.
However, at this moment, the medicinal effects had already worn off from the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger's bodies, restoring some vitality. They were not lambs to the slaughter. An intense battle was about to unfold.
The Vermilion Bird raised its head high, the feathers on its neck standing on end like burning flames, with an expression of sharpness and anger, resembling a king whose territory had been invaded.
It let out a piercing screech, the sound akin to a thunderbolt splitting the sky, echoing throughout the cave.
