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In one of the forest routes deep within the Demon Raiding Mountain, Xiao Ming stood amidst a pack of Blood Wolves, his expression solemn and his body slightly battered.
The wolves, their cultivations nearing the Half-Step Houtian stage, circled him with predatory intent, their eyes glowing with a feral light.
The ground around him was littered with the corpses of several Blood Wolves he had slain through calculated sneak attacks.
Though injured, Xiao Ming's resolve remained unshaken, his grip on the Moon Devouring Sword firm and steady.
From the moment he had entered the Demon Raiding Mountain, the ominous feeling that had plagued him had grown thicker, more oppressive.
Yet, instead of succumbing to fear, Xiao Ming found himself consumed by a strange, fearless fighting spirit. It was as though an unseen force had taken hold of his will, urging him to fight to the death.
