Just when Ye Chen and Zhu Shan had finished their dinner of roasted rabbit and settled down beside the campfire to rest for the night, a loud explosion suddenly echoed through the forest.
BOOM!
The ground trembled faintly.
An eerie scream followed immediately after.
The sound was sharp, distorted, and inhuman. It was like countless nails scraping across glass while someone wailed in agony at the same time.
"What the—?"
Ye Chen was about to curse from being startled awake, but the moment she turned toward Zhu Shan, her words stopped midway.
Zhu Shan's expression had completely changed.
The usually relaxed middle-aged man now looked extremely solemn as he stared in the direction of the sound. His brows were tightly furrowed, and there was even faint disbelief in his eyes.
"Is it that thing…?" he muttered under his breath.
"Hm?" Ye Chen looked confused.
Zhu Shan did not explain immediately. Instead, he stood up and grabbed his blade beside the campfire.
