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The setting sun was as red as blood, and suddenly countless flocks of birds scattered, startled, from the vast mountain forest.
A black bear demon, as massive as a mountain, fell to the ground with a loud crash, revealing a bloody hole in its chest. Warm blood gushed continuously from the gaping wound.
Moments later, a rustling disturbed the underbrush, and a man with a bare chest and holding a treasured bow emerged.
It was none other than Shen Qing himself, who had been traveling southward.
He looked down at the corpse of the black bear demon and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect such a remote place to hide a demon like this, devouring all nearby towns. I've never seen a sight like this before, where you could go ten miles without hearing a rooster crow or a hundred miles without any sign of life."
Shen Qing reached out and retrieved a dark demon core from the corpse.
