Just as A-Hui was lost in the joy of possessing such a powerful weapon, strutting around the valley with an air of immense arrogance and humming a nondescript tune, the clear, cloudless sky suddenly turned gloomy without warning. Great swathes of dark clouds gathered as if pulled by an invisible hand, sweeping over the valley like a swarm of black monsters. A fierce wind howled, shaking the surrounding trees until they creaked and groaned as if in pain, sending an ominous warning to A-Hui.
"How could the weather change so suddenly? Is there some new trouble coming for me?" A-Hui halted abruptly and looked up at the sky, a flicker of vigilance crossing his face. A sharp, intuitive dread pricked at his heart, whispering that this sudden shift was no coincidence, but a sign of hidden danger.
Sure enough, before long, a group of tall, muscular Wu Clan warriors surged into the valley like a black torrent. Leading them was a hulking man draped in a massive beast hide that still reeked of blood, a testament to his ferocity. He gripped a giant battle-axe that glinted with a cold, lethal light. His face was twisted with fury, and his eyes burned with a murderous intent that seemed ready to reduce everything in sight to ash. Behind him, dozens of Wu Clan warriors followed, their steps steady and their presence overwhelming, as if they intended to trample the entire valley.
Chapter 91