He quickly looked up, seeing a gigantic bird circling in the sky with wings spread out measuring twenty to thirty feet. Its feathers were shiny black and exuded a faint black fog. It almost seemed like a demon.
Before Shen Luo observed carefully, the bird dove down towards the mountain pit. It disappeared from his sight swiftly.
Shen Luo was puzzled, so he quickened his pace, chasing in the direction where the bird had vanished.
He moved forward gradually for about a hundred steps, then he heard roars of beasts and constant cries of despair faintly coming from ahead.
"There are people!"
Shen Luo muttered to himself and accelerated down the mountain.
The closer he got, the louder the cries of despair and beast roars became.
Halfway up the mountain, he finally saw a village built against a massive mountain in the middle of the pit.
