In the black of the night, the moon is shaped like a silver plate, hanging high in the sky spewing its watery moonlight down.
Dark clouds covered the sky, casting shadows over the entire ancient rainforest.
The dense woods lightly unfold their dense green leaves and branches in the summer wind.
The waterfalls crash down as they flow, but the sounds are unable to reach the location of Abaddon given how far he is from them.
Abaddon sat cross-legged on the green grass, quietly placing all his focus on healing his deep last injuries before starting his training.
On a remote location kind of hidden by multiple small trees, a dozen robust lightning wolves drew back the corners of their mouth and made low roars. They had surrounded Abaddon.
These wolves had healthy bodies and looked as if they were able to shred a Qi Condensing cultivator in a span of seconds.
