The Black Dragon King charged forward like a bolt of lightning, causing Little Fatty Niuren to abandon any thoughts of running away. Xiao Chen, too, plunged in without hesitation.
The stillness of the deep forest, devoid of any sound, was terrifying. Besides the whooshing sound of their own running, they heard nothing. A heavy sense of dread surged in Xiao Chen and Niuren, both of them having an urge to yell out loud.
The ominous silence of the forest was filled with an oppressive force. One could imagine going mad if trapped here for an extended period.
"Little Black, what's wrong with you?" Niuren asked, sensing something amiss.
The Black Dragon King ignored them, continuing his dash deep into the forest.
After traveling for over a mile, the Black Dragon King halted under a sky-reaching ancient tree. Beneath it lay an impossibly large pile of snow-white bones resembling a small hill.
