They huddled closely, weapons raised high, eyes fixed intently ahead. As the rumbling sound grew nearer, a giant figure gradually emerged from the mist. The silhouette was indistinct, but one could sense the formidable aura it exuded. Shen Jingqi's heart involuntarily quickened, and he gripped his sword tightly, ready to face the impending battle.
Just as the figure was about to approach them, it suddenly stopped. A deep growl emanated from the mist, as if warning them, or perhaps gauging their strength. Shen Jingqi shouted loudly, "We mean no harm, just passing through here in search of a mysterious force!" His voice echoed in the mist but received no response.
After a moment, the figure slowly retreated back into the mist. The three breathed a sigh of relief, but their spirits did not relax. They knew this was just the beginning, with more dangers awaiting them ahead.
