THE SOUND OF CLASHING swords and the fierce roar of werewolves filled the air as Zi Yin's troops fought against the Devil Venerable Zhan Sheng's army. The fire arrows arced through the sky, leaving trails of sparks behind them as they struck the werewolves with deadly accuracy.
Zi Yin watched from atop his horse frozen in disbelief as Zhan Sheng's army of magical beasts from the underworld emerged from the shadows. The creatures were unlike anything he had ever seen before. They were grotesque, with slimy scales that glimmered in the faint light, razor-sharp teeth that protruded from their jaws, and eyes that seemed to glow with an otherworldly power.
