“Those who want to live, follow me!”0

Ye Qing raised his fists and forced back two of the approaching Strangers. Then, he waved for the group to follow before running toward the source of the chime.0

The group did not understand what was going on with him, but they still fell in behind him and stayed close to him.0

Dozens of breaths later, Ye Qing suddenly stopped in his tracks. The others did the same thing.0

Not far ahead of them, a massive black bull was leisurely strolling across the icy plains.0

The black bull was as big as a hill. Its hooves were as big as stone pillars, and it was pitch black from head to toe. Hanging at the tip of its crescent-shaped horns were a pair of bronze bells. They rang melodiously with every step it took.0

The bull was alive. It was a living, breathing bull.0

This was surprising...0