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In the blink of an eye, several months have passed.
The great sun dips westward, and the sky is covered with fiery clouds.
Chu Zheng stopped at the edge of the Cangmang Mountain Range, where the spiritual energy was thin and the mountains exuded an almost primal desolation.
At the foot of the mountain, next to a murky yet abundant river, scattered hundreds of households, constructing small huts with rough stone and sturdy vine wood, forming a tiny village.
It should have been a tranquil countryside scene, but at this moment, the village was enveloped in extreme panic with cries echoing everywhere.
Chu Zheng's divine sense spread out like mercury pouring down, instantly enveloping the entire village.
A dreadful giant beast was rampaging through the village; it resembled a giant ape, stood nearly two zhang tall, covered entirely in black iron-like hard fur, with rows of sharp bone spikes on its back emitting a ghostly blue chill.
