The night enveloped the ancient valley in a blanket of silence.
Only the red leopard soaring into the sky provided a single point of light in the area.
Yet, as the temperature continued to rise, an inexplicable pressure gradually spread, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.
Boom!
Suddenly, the original black mist gathered together, transforming into a thick ink-like form rising from the valley.
It was like a giant beast awakening, roaring silently.
The black mist quickly spread, obscuring the sky and swallowing everything around in darkness.
In this endless darkness, faint and eerie roars of hundreds of beasts could be heard, as if they were howls from hell.
As the black mist surged and swirled, a figure formed from the fusion and distortion of various animal shapes gradually appeared.
That was the Black Evil!
It was an entity formed by the gathering of billowing black mist, a ghost born from the souls of countless beings dead in the black mist.
