The healing was over, the Holy Light dissipated, and the entire world seemed deep and dark.
Unbeknownst to them, clouds had veiled the moon, and Qin Chu's silhouette was like a monster hiding in the darkness.
Apart from the sound of breathing, the whole jungle was eerily silent, devoid of any noise, without nightingales, without reptiles…
The leader stared at the shadow before him, his palm sweaty, his body trembling, with no sense of relief from the healing of his wounds or the disappearance of the pain. He felt an unprecedented fear.
Because he knew he was about to endure a bloody and painful feast.
This man had plenty of means and a heart cruel enough to make him taste an unparalleled pain, and he had enough methods to ensure he wouldn't die from it.
Some things, saying is more effective than doing... The leader's mind began to conjure up all kinds of horrifying scenes, his body kept trembling, and he felt like his scalp might explode from fear.
