The night sky was clearing up, thunderstorm clouds began to divide and disperse themselves with no end to it. Although the cold wind rage against the two young men—they persevered and brought this into fruition. Hua Zhao glanced at the older man with a bit of respect and awe. The method had been uncanny and outrageous but they had—
A small round of applause emanated around them, "You have succeeded." The sight of the Huli Jing coming up, not only one but several copies of him surrounded them within the forest, "It was much better if you hadn't actually accomplished at all, but I commend you warriors."
If this had been a scene in a movie or anime, thus was the time where one had to face the Big Dragob or their toughest opponent yet. The climax perhaps? Hua Zhao bit back the urge to say something out of spite. Winding villain speeches were not to his liking and he didn't wish to trigger it at all—but someone else spoke up.
