Wang spun, his leopard eyes flashing with desperation. He was fast, faster than anything she had ever seen, but there were too many feral beasts, and the water was now swirling around their shins. The phantom beast took another earth-shaking step, and this time, the ground beneath them cracked open.
A feral beast, eyes crazed with fear, lunged directly at Lin Wan's throat from the right.
She froze. There was no time to dodge, no time to scream.
Something struck the beast mid-air with the force of a battering ram, sending it spinning sideways into the dark water. A heavy hand clamped onto Lin Wan's arm, hauling her back toward the center of the group.
It was Qin Mo.
He looked at the towering phantom beast. Then he glanced at the endless stream of feral predators pouring from the woods, and finally at the brown flood cutting off their retreat. He looked down at Lin Wan, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that made her breath hitch.
