Apart from white, there was no other color in sight, which made Chen Yang very uncomfortable with this feeling.
Irene was very familiar with this place and made a gesture of invitation, leading Chen Yang forward.
Chen Yang held the flute case in his arms, he smelled a scent of danger, a scent of danger from a beast.
He wasn't even afraid of tigers or lions, but this scent of danger from a beast was even stronger than a pride of lions.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a roar sounded, and Chen Yang frowned, this sound was very similar to that of a tiger, but it definitely wasn't a tiger.
This sound was deeper, more ferocious, and more bloodthirsty than a tiger's roar!
Irene seemed accustomed to this roaring, as she calmly walked on.
The roaring got closer and closer, and Chen Yang finally saw the creature making the noise, locked in an iron cage by the corridor.
This creature looked very strange, with the head of a tiger, the body of a bear, and the wings of an eagle.
