The tranquility was shattered by a man.
In his left arm, he cradled a white cat. In his right hand, he carried a longsword covered in blood-red patterns—clearly no ordinary weapon.
When the man appeared, a flash of astonishment showed in the eyes of many villagers, but they quickly concealed it and nonchalantly resumed what they were doing.
Shen Bai scanned the area, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. He set Amber on the ground. "Go on," he said. "It doesn't matter if you leave any alive."
The moment he finished speaking, Amber instantly understood his meaning and let out a low growl.
Immediately, Amber's form swelled to the size of a tiger.
The moment Amber revealed its true form, the group disguised as villagers seemed to realize they had been exposed.
Countless figures lunged toward Shen Bai.
The battle began in an instant, with no words exchanged.
Once the battle erupted, Shen Bai simply stood his ground, holding Cold Moon, not moving an inch.
