"Get yourselves ready. Prepare to fight."
Chen Mochuan's voice was quiet, yet everyone present stopped what they were doing.
Han Hao, who was running toward the cave, halted at his words.
Li Cheng and Zhong Xu turned almost simultaneously, following Chen Mochuan's gaze.
Everyone present was a Mortal Shedding martial artist who had faced life and death in the wilderness. Their sense of danger had long since become instinctive, and Chen Mochuan's warning alerted them to something amiss.
Above the woodland beyond the stone forest, startled birds circled without dispersing. The muffled roars in the distance drew steadily closer, and even the air seemed to grow heavier.
They quickly took some recovery potions, making the most of the remaining time to restore their condition and prepare for the approaching danger.
Just as Chen Mochuan had expected, ferocious beasts soon appeared before the waiting group.
An intense sense of danger swept over them. Han Hao gave the youth beside him a long look. He had never expected this junior, whom his father had called "unparalleled in talent," to possess such calm judgment and decisiveness as well.
Among the jagged rocks, a bull-headed monster raced toward them. Only when it saw that the "prey" it had just sensed seemed to have no intention of fleeing did it slow its pace.
Although the monster had a bull's head, the rest of its body bore no resemblance to a bull whatsoever.
Two curved black horns crowned its head, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Their surfaces were smooth as mirrors, their tips sharp as daggers.
Beneath its bull-like face, its snarling mouth exposed densely packed, razor-sharp fangs. Thick fur covered its body like a layer of natural armor.
Its knotted, muscular limbs looked more like those of a lion or tiger. Every footfall sent gravel