Swordbound Chronicles

Snow Bear.

The night was tense; the swirling wind carried a dangerous scent with a thick chill, creating an eerie atmosphere. A man dressed in black appeared; he noticed the battle scars around the place. Attentively, he tried to read the traces of Qi energy that remained, identifying them as the remnants of the Dark Night Storm, belonging to the Dark Cloud Sect Disciples.

He had seen a vital call sign in the sky released by the Dark Cloud Sect Disciple sometime before, yet now this place was silent. This silence was interrupted by the remnants of battle scars with traces of Qi energy that would soon dissipate.

"I know you guys are hiding here... Come out, I guarantee you won't harm anyone..." he said sternly.

"I can guess, you guys are the ones who harmed my sect disciples," he said again, but there was no reply. The Cloud Sword Sect's Chief Disciples hiding in the Formation remained silent, suppressing their breath so as not to make a sound. The black-clothed man grew increasingly angry, yet