As the scorching sun hung high in the sky, its blazing sunlight tore through the branches and casted mottled shadows.

In the dense forest, the barking of a hound could be heard.

The barking hound had a trace of bloodthirst in its eyes as it looked around.

Behind the open space, there were several cultivators gathered that yelled from time to time.

“What a wild horse! Not even Young Master’s seven Mastiffs could overtake it.”

“That’s not all! When we ...