The horizon glowed with an orange twilight, the endless dark mountains layering upon each other. Where the two met in the distance, if one could ignore the strange smell, it was quite a beautiful sight.
Shen Wenchen, with a bow in hand, squinted his eyes slightly, overlooking everything below Yan City's wall.
The monster under the city wall also looked up at him, its body twisted in an almost distorted pose.
Beneath its ashen-green skin, darker veins were increasingly apparent, its sharp teeth were all the more striking, and its vertical pupils made one's hair stand on end.
There was no wind.
The monster beneath the wall suddenly darted forward, rushing towards the city wall at an extreme speed.
Shen Wenchen pulled his bowstring back with an arrow notched, a whooshing sound echoed as the arrow shot straight at the monster's face.
It tilted to the side to dodge, the arrow grazed its shoulder, and instantly, flames burst into the air, forming a cloud of fire.