Strongest [7]

The eerie howls of wild beasts echoed through the dense air, reverberating through the dark, ominous night.

The sounds were carried far, weaving between the towering ancient trees that loomed like silent sentinels. Their massive trunks reached up toward the sky, their thick foliage blotting out the faint moonlight.

The dim, silver glow barely managed to seep through the gaps, casting long shadows that danced eerily on the forest floor.

Black birds perched on the thick branches, their sharp eyes glinting under the cold moon.

They cawed in unsettling, hoarse tones, their voices blending with the roars of beasts in the distance. The atmosphere was heavy, oppressive, and carried a sense of untold danger.

This was the Qiulong Mountains, a place where few dared to venture, and fewer still ever returned from.