Beast Tide

Their howls intertwined, forming a spine-chilling wave of sound, like a summons from hell.

The Fierce Bird beat its wings, whipping up a fierce gale that howled as it swept toward them, sending sand and stones flying through the air.

It dove down like lightning, its sharp claws gleaming coldly like the Grim Reaper's scythe as it pounced on the three of them.

Wang Dong sucked in a sharp breath and muttered, "Th-this is simply a nightmare."

Her voice was filled with despair and helplessness. She had already prepared herself for the worst.

Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth and shouted, "Don't be afraid! We have to hold on!"

Though his eyes were filled with fear, they also held a trace of determination and defiance. He encouraged himself inwardly:

"I can't give up like this. I have to make it back alive!"

Yet, faced with such a terrifying Soul Beast Army, all of them were filled with deep fear and unease.

The Soul Beasts blanketing the sky, the suffocating pressure—

made them feel as though they had been cast into endless darkness, unable to see even a glimmer of hope.

Tang Lan's expression did not change as he stared resolutely at the surging Soul Beast Army ahead.

His steadfast face was like a sculpture, showing not the slightest fear or retreat. Instead, a fierce fighting spirit rose within him like a burning flame, blazing hot and unwavering.

He shouted, "Don't be afraid. Hold your ground! We may not be without a chance to fight!"

His deep, powerful voice echoed through the valley, bringing Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong a measure of courage and confidence.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong felt somewhat reassured upon hearing Tang Lan's shout.

Looking at Tang Lan's resolute back, they seemed to find something to rely on.