Deep inside the Xingxuan Great Forest, ancient trees towered into the sky, their branches and leaves blocking out the sun. Occasional patches of moonlight filtered through the gaps, casting mottled shadows on the ground. Yang Chen, Shi Ruizhuo, and Nie Haoze stood back-to-back, vigilantly scanning their surroundings.
An oppressive atmosphere permeated the forest, as if even the air had frozen.
"They're coming," Nie Haoze murmured, gripping an ice-blue longsword. A biting chill radiated from the blade, and a thin layer of frost had already formed on the ground beneath his feet.
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