The two "Kings" began their epic battle, with their giant, rotting wings stirring up fierce tempestuous winds, so strong that towering trees were uprooted and leaves fluttered aimlessly in the air.
They brandished their thick, ancient swords, colliding incessantly in fierce clashes. Their left arms carried chunky stone shields, fending off deadly attacks that were impossible to dodge.
"Bang!"
One "King" was overcome, cleaved by a bone sword over two meters in length. Its left arm broken off at the shoulder, it let out a roar that shook the heavens, clouds of black fog soared skyward as it beat its decayed wings, taking flight amidst the Ghost Forest, fleeing the scene.
This scene did not escape the notice of Xiao Jingjing. He had been awake for over four years and was eager to explore the world beyond. Under the distant starry sky, it seemed as if something was calling out to him.
