Inside the forest, Fangsheng led Desmond toward the cave where the White Dragon resided, their pace slightly brisk. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting mottled, swaying patches of light upon them. Along the way, they encountered quite a few mindless beasts, but before any of them could launch an attack, Fangsheng sensed them and dealt with them effortlessly.
Fangsheng's movements were clean and decisive. His perception of malice allowed him every strike to be spot-on and infallible. Though fierce, these beasts were as powerless as children before Fangsheng.
While this frequent harassment from the beasts was somewhat troublesome, it was of little consequence to Fangsheng. No matter how many beasts came, to him, they were merely a buffet for Death Crow.
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