Yang Zhen was certain, he had never heard such a loud roar before, deafening and projecting endless ferocity.
Could there be some creature on this road, or was it a magical beast?
Yang Zhen didn't dare to be careless, moving forward carefully and vigilantly, no matter how strong one was, caution was always necessary. This was his usual approach because accidents were rife. He didn't want to become a cautionary tale.
It didn't take long for Yang Zhen to stop in his tracks. A group of golden beasts roared in the not too distant front. Spotting Yang Zhen, they became stunned as if paused. Hundreds of fierce beasts, all turned their heads, stared at Yang Zhen, their eyes wide in a face-off, none of them knowing who the other was.
These fierce beasts were varied in shape, yet they seemed to be group animals, not in conflict with each other. A beast that looked like a mouse was basking atop a cat-like beast, except both the mouse and cat were humongous, about the size of a calf.
