The howling of the cold mountain-air was punctuated with the sound of relentless clashing and an acrid smell of blood.

Pockets of resonant power erupted throughout the forest, forming gorgeous but deadly fireworks for all that managed to see it. A trace of blood could even be seen with each explosion, adding a visceral beauty to the sight.

Li Luo, on the other hand, was calmly sitting atop a rock, surveying the chaotic rumble. His gaze was merciless and cold. Since these animals wanted to hunt them down, he would ensure that a pound of flesh would be paid in turn. 

The hunters had become the hunted. Still, the balance was precarious and could change at any time.

Qin Zhulu walked over. "Aren't we supposed to escape in the chaos?"

Lu Qing'er glanced over as though in agreement.

Li Luo smiled and shook his head. "There's no need to do so. The moment we attempt to escape, the entire battlefield will be focused on us. They will definitely set aside their differences to deal with us. Honestly, the...