This Is Impossible

Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear,

quietly watching Bear Monarch,

his gaze calm as water yet deep as the sea,

as though it could see through everything,

fully prepared to face its possible final strike.

Bear Monarch panted heavily,

each breath seeming incomparably labored,

as though it wanted to suck all the surrounding air dry.

Wounds crisscrossed its body,

blood continuously seeping from them,

the crimson liquid running down its thick fur,

dripping onto the ground,

instantly staining a patch of earth red.

Yet its fighting spirit had not been extinguished;

the fury burning within it instead grew even fiercer.

"Tang Lan, this isn't over yet!"

Bear Monarch roared again,

its voice like rolling muffled thunder,

making the very air around them tremble.

At that moment, the dark clouds overhead hung lower and lower, as though they would crush this battlefield. The gale howled, sweeping up sand and stones from the ground and forming small tornadoes.

Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao gasped sharply at the terrifying sight,

the cold breath seeming to freeze their blood in an instant,

making their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

The surroundings grew increasingly gloomy and oppressive.

In the dim sky,

dark clouds piled upon one another like heavy blocks of lead,

as though they might collapse at any moment.

The cold wind howled through the woods,

blowing the branches until they creaked,

like agonized groans.

Wang Dong's eyes widened,

opened as round as brass bells,

her face filled with tension and worry,

as though she were about to lose the most precious thing in the world.

"Bear Monarch is far too tenacious. Senior Tang Lan won't be in trouble, will he?"

Her voice trembled,

as though it had been forced out through clenched teeth,

every word filled with deep fear and unease.

Her hands were clenched