C35 The Battle Under the Moon

The tremors on the desolate mountain once again caught Qin Biao's attention. He was jolted awake and instinctively made his way toward the small cabin.

Bathed in moonlight, Qin Biao's fur shimmered with specks of silver light. He reached the vicinity of the cabin almost instantly, only to find its door kicked aside, the air heavy with the scents of alcohol and blood