The heavy twilight air steeped the clearing in languor, making Bai Mo's soft cry jarringly abrupt.
Liu Tong's heart instinctively tightened.
His gaze narrowed. He followed Bai Mo's fixed stare, and his body shuddered in shock.
"Don't move!"
The shadowy silhouette transformed with increasing slowness, as if it were rising to its feet.
Seeing the others notice the anomaly, Liu Tong quickly gestured for them to stay down while he himself rose into a slight crouch.
The eyes of several well-fed youths filled with terror, and they shuffled hesitantly toward the senior brother they knew.
The back of Bai Mo's shirt was completely soaked in sweat. 'Is it just my imagination, or is that thing staring at me?' he wondered.
Finally, the so-called Mountain God took its final form. It rose to its full height and began to walk about at a leisurely pace, swaying its four arms.
"Bai Mo! Move!"
