The incessant roars of the yeti rumbled across the glen.

Its bloodshot eyes looked hideously terrifying by the second, and its erect fur shining coldly like needles.

Chu Xun was exasperated. He was utterly drenched from head to toe in blood and was regretting his boorish method when he could have easily gone for easier and more casual ways.

I should be like a gentleman – waving my fan, reciting some poetry, chatting up the ladies while trying to look ...