The dim, pitch-black cave echoed with sound. RING, RING, RING—DUM, DUM, DUM! The ringing of bells and the beating of drums merged into a deafening cacophony.
Accompanied by this din, Young Master You, Second God, and their martial siblings battled the lion dancer.
Li Huowang didn't go to help. He saw that the lion dancer from the ceiling had descended, and he couldn't let the ghastly thing flank his comrades.
CLANG! Li Huowang unsheathed his sword, radiating a murderous aura as he charged toward the creature.
Underneath the lion's body, which was covered in Bai Sui, dozens of pitch-black bare feet scrambled ferociously, hurtling toward Li Huowang with overwhelming momentum. Soon, they were close enough to see the murderous intent in each other's eyes.
As they crossed paths, the lion's massive body, enshrouded in a putrid stench, collided heavily with Li Huowang. Its Bai Sui scraped across his body.
