The Phoenix stomped its foot in anger and gritted its silver teeth, saying, "Damn it, this guy actually took advantage of a moment when I wasn't paying attention to brew his Beast's Qi Energy? So cunning, but why did his skill have no sign before being unleashed?"
Su Chen, like an injured lone wolf, clutched his bleeding chest as he staggered on his escape. His steps were faltering, and the blood flowed like broken threads, spilling extravagantly.
The night was deep and dark; cold winds stirred around, and it was uncertain how many pairs of sinister, glowing eyes were hidden in the shadowy forest. Yet, when they scented the blood aura emanating from Su Chen, they all gave up the idea of seizing the opportunity to attack.
The night wind blew, a few leaves drifted sparsely down through the woods, and only the sound of Su Chen's urgent footsteps and ragged breathing echoed on.
