Unlike the previous stormy night, the weather was very hot. The scorching sun literally baked the earth. Under the hellish sun, a group of people also went through hell.
The forest exploded.
Woods went splintering and birds screamed.
An inhuman roar resonated and people were screeching. Bones were splintered.
Yan Jing hit the ground with a gasp. The ground, the trees, they were moving. Shrieks came somewhere above him and something huge dropped by him. A chunk of leg just landed in front of him.
He watched with silent horror as the forest moved. Branches that normally looked pretty harmless, posing during days and nights had turned extremely deadly. They twisted and turned, tearing and piercing all of his soldiers that were hiding.
There was no place to run.
Not when the Azure Dragon was in his habitat.
Nothing escaped his sight.
