Meanwhile, in Liangzhou, night had fallen, and a thin moonlight cast a mysterious veil over this ancient and vast land. Inside a small tavern, dim candlelight flickered, illuminating Wang Yan's resolute face. He sat in a corner, his clothes in rags, his body stained with mottled patches of blood, looking like a god of war just returned from purgatory. The wine cup in his hand gently swayed, the liquor rippling to reflect the light of an undying fighting spirit mingled with exhaustion within his eyes.
"The monster beasts in this Liangzhou region are really different," Wang Yan said, a trace of imperceptible admiration in his deep voice. "Their strength is far greater than those in the East Continent." His tone held both awe for formidable opponents and pride in his own ability to emerge unscathed.
Recalling the thrilling battle from moments before, Wang Yan could not help taking a deep breath, as if drawing that tension and intensity back into his chest. It had been a desolate valley surrounded by jagged rocks and towering ancient trees, the air filled with a heart-palming pressure. Suddenly, a deafening roar pierced the silence, and a massive monster beast burst out from the shadows. Faint demonic aura swirled around its body, and its pupils glowed crimson like two burning flames.
Chapter 25