The forest seemed to hold its breath as Li Wei faced the trio of cultivators, each movement calculated, each glare piercing through the growing darkness. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an eerie glow on the scene, amplifying the weight of the moment. The air was thick with anticipation, a silent acknowledgment that a storm was brewing.
"Give us what we want, and we can avoid unnecessary bloodshed," the tall figure said, his voice dripping with condescension. He stepped closer, his companions flanking him like wolves poised to strike. "That beast you just killed? It was our target. You've done half our work for us."
Li Wei's gaze narrowed, his blue eyes icy and unwavering. "And what exactly do you think you deserve from me?"
The figure chuckled, a low, mocking sound. "Let's not play games. Your little team has drawn attention—attention that isn't favorable. Hand over your resources, and perhaps we'll consider sparing your lives."
