Lin Feng, a young cultivator clad in black robes, stood locked in a fierce standoff with a colossal and ferocious beast. His clothes had long since been torn to shreds by the beast's sharp claws and relentless assaults, the tattered strips of fabric fluttering in the wind like the flags of a defeated army. His body was covered in a crisscrossing web of wounds, from which fresh blood continuously seeped, tracing a slow path down his sweat-drenched skin before dripping onto the earth below, blooming into clusters of deep crimson flowers.
Yet, Lin Feng's eyes held not a trace of fear or retreat; instead, they burned with a blazing intent to fight. His gaze was like a sharpened sword, locked unwaveringly onto the beast before him. Every roar the creature let out seemed to challenge the limits of his endurance, yet his movements showed no sign of sluggishness—rather, they grew increasingly razor-sharp through the grueling crucible of battle.
Thoroughly enraged by Lin Feng's tenacity, the beast's already massive frame swelled even larger with fury. The black scales covering its body gleamed with a cold, piercing light, resembling an impenetrable suit of armor. It flung open its blood-red maw to reveal two rows of razor-sharp fangs, each one as thick as an adult's arm, with disgusting green saliva dripping between the gaps in its teeth. As it roared, a thick, nauseating stench filled the air, fouling the very atmosphere around them.
Chapter 170