Bab 172: Chapter 169: Charge! Charge! Charge!

The short spear and hunting knife gleamed with a faint blue luminescence, light as bright as the full moon.

The male tiger and the young lion roared simultaneously, the moment was so astonishingly similar that the audience could no longer distinguish whose roar it was; they were all stunned in unison.

The herd of deer was startled, their hooves fluttering in the air; the lynx's fur bristled all over.

The reflection of the blade was the last vestige of the twilight.

The tip of the spear shot out a gleam of sharpness, seizing the last bit of light from the world, its sound cold and mournful like the wail of a ghost.

In an instant, the world plunged into darkness.

The stag whinnied, the lynx shrieked, but their cries were immediately drowned out by the thunderous sound of deer hooves covering the sky and earth.

The herd of deer ran, their hooves thudding on the icy ground like the charge of a thousand troops, shaking the very land!

Noisy!

Too noisy!

Chaotic!

Utter chaos!