Qin Yongping took a deep breath, as if gathering all his strength for this single moment. His pace was slow and resolute, every step feeling as though he were treading on the very edge of life and death, where the slightest misstep could lead to eternal damnation.
The venomous beast seemed to sense Qin Yongping's approach, and its roars grew increasingly deafening, making the entire forest seem to tremble in response. The beast rose to its feet, its body as massive as a mountain, every movement carrying unmatched might. It scraped its paws against the ground, kicking up dust like a raging sandstorm that blotted out the sky.
Qin Yongping's heart pounded like thunder. He could feel his blood boiling, and a fine layer of sweat broke out across his forehead. Yet his gaze never left the beast; he knew this was a life-or-death battle with no retreat possible.
Chapter 239