Desperate Whistle

Ignatius walked ahead, while Shen Xinghui followed, using his stick as a makeshift cane.

Without it, he would have been left behind.

Even though his posture was awkward, it got the job done.

As they climbed, a sudden sound came from the forest.

Creak... creak... creak.

The faint noise made Shen Xinghui stop and focus his gaze in the direction it came from.

Instinctively, he tried to see what was there.

When his eyes locked onto it, fear paralyzed him and rendering him unable even to scream.

"Xinghui!"

Ignatius's voice called out from up ahead, overlapping with the sound of trees being smashed apart.

The glowing golden eyes creature was suddenly right next to him.

Shen Xinghui saw the creature raising a massive clawed hand.

Time seemed to slow as everything unfolded in front of him.

Something enveloped his body, but the next moment, a bone-rattling impact shook his entire being.