Chen Xingxing, who initially planned to teleport away, stopped in his tracks.
His face turned cold as he looked towards the Crimson Mountain shrouded in darkness.
This stench was like a ferocious beast about to emerge from the depths of the forest.
Although Chen Xingxing often lounged on a chair playing games while on gate duty, he frequently took walks in the mountain for fresh air and knew that there were absolutely no beasts exceeding Rank-2 inside the Crimson Mountain.
Even those at Rank-2 were gentle by nature and would not harm people.
Did the silly bird encounter this in the mountains?
Chen Xingxing's expression showed a hint of realization, and at this moment, the foul wind grew stronger, and footsteps approached from afar.
