The night descended like a colossal black net cast from the heavens, tightly enveloping the Feather God Sect. The darkness felt almost tangible, thick as ink, filling every corner of space. Within it, countless sinister and icy eyes seemed to peer out at everything, and wisps of coldness spread like snakes, making one's hair stand on end. The threat of the Blood-Craving Mad Demon hung like the Sword of Damocles over the heads of the Feather God Sect, its aura of death chilling hearts like a bitter wind; once it fell, the Feather God Sect would face total annihilation.
Though the dark night appeared calm, undercurrents surged violently beneath the surface, with numerous mysterious creatures lurking within. They were like a part of the night, hidden messengers of death waiting for the right moment to hunt.
In the mountain forests surrounding the Feather God Sect lurked the Shadow Charm Foxes. Their bodies resembled foxes, light and agile, with fur of a deep, profound blue that faintly cast an eerie gloss under the moonlight, as if woven from the night itself. Their tails were fluffy and slender, tipped with a tuft of fur dancing like a flame, bright crimson and looking just like fire from hell. The ears of the Shadow Charm Foxes were sharp and erect, twitching slightly to catch the faintest sound; the insides of those ears bore mysterious patterns resembling ancient incantations, radiating a mystical power. Their claws were as sharp as hooks, gleaming with a cold light that c…
Chapter 86