In the valley.
A cool mist wind blew from all directions, carrying a strong, pungent scent of decay, as though it were the breath of some eerie creature, brushing against Xu Ran and the Peregrine Falcon's faces, lingering for a long time...
It seemed to want to cling to them forever, never dissipating.
The Peregrine Falcon's gaze was tightly fixed on the colossal corpse ahead, nestled within the valley, its enormous body in decay, skin exhibiting a nauseating bluish-black hue, covered in cracks like a piece of worn leather.
The Peregrine Falcon's eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief, its claws on the ground clenching tightly, unknowingly opening then closing, while its body trembled relentlessly.
Its beak slightly parted, witnessing this astonishing sight, wanting to make a sound, yet the scene before it was so shocking that its throat seemed choked, unable to produce any sound.
