From the Mouth of the Beast

A wry smile appeared on Hui Yue’s face as he saw everyone getting ready to follow him in, but he waved them back.

“I will need you to cover my retreat,” he yelled out, partly as an excuse, partly true. Hui Yue knew that if they were to go with him, he could not put his entire focus on stunning the beast. Instead, he would be worrying about his friends.

Although Hui Yue believed in himself, he was not certain his risky plan would work out. Despite this, it was still worth a shot. He could smell the scent of fresh blood and burnt flesh wafting through the air.