Prey

The massive ground dragon in their perspective would just stand there, menacingly. 

Every disciple was almost spent, their chests heaving, their robes drenched in sweat, their spiritual energy flickering like dying embers. 

Yet, the massive lizard did not move. 

It loomed over them, its form eerily still in one place, its presence was also suffocating.

A long silence settled over the battlefield.

Seconds stretched into eternity. 

The only sounds were their own ragged breaths and the distant rustling of leaves in the wind. 

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move. 

The oppressive weight of the moment was crushing, pressing against their shoulders, gripping their chests. 

Beads of sweat slid down their brows, but none wiped them away.

Their eyes remained fixed on the dragon.

Was it dead? 

Could they dare to believe it?

None of them could sense its cultivation anymore.