Red soil forest, the second night of the grand hunting festival.
In the pouring rain, about forty or fifty hunters walked in the deluge, all having felt the violent tremor just moments before.
But there was no pause in their steps.
Madness twinkled in everyone's eyes, and wicked smiles squeezed onto their faces.
Sinister laughter sporadically arose amidst the gaps in the thunder.
Gradually, as the group ventured deeper, they encountered numerous beasts.
Deep within the red soil forest, it seemed as if something was luring these creatures.
The density of the beasts far exceeded that on the periphery; even on such a rainy night, they were eerily active.
Just as human emotions slowly became bizarre, the beasts also seemed affected by something in the depths of the red soil forest, becoming abnormally excited.
Man and beast finally met. As the lightning illuminated the night sky, what appeared before their eyes was a herd of wild oxen charging at them.
