Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

It was completely dark outside the cave.

As dusk settled, the entire valley was enveloped in a deep, dark gloom.

Only a sliver of dark red afterglow remained on the horizon, like a dying ember making its final struggle.

Ye Chen stepped out of the cave and his gaze swept across the valley.

On the outer side of the valley, towards the bushes, two figures were running frantically.

Han Meng ran ahead, followed by Zhao Yan. Both of them stumbled and fell, their clothes torn in several places by the bushes, their faces filled with terror.

Behind them, a huge black shadow was approaching at an alarming speed.

......

Han Meng had never felt he could run so fast before.

My lower legs below the knees moved wildly, like a wound-up toy, each step leaving a deep footprint in the soft grass.

My hiking boots were already filled with mud and gravel, which made my soles hurt.

But he dared not stop, and did not even have the courage to look back.

Because he could hear that sound.

Less than twenty feet behind, heavy footsteps pounded on the ground like drums, each landing accompanied by the crisp sound of shrubs being crushed and broken.

The voice was unhurried, carrying a calm, cat-and-mouse-like demeanor.

It wasn't in a hurry to chase, because it knew that these two-legged prey couldn't escape this valley!

"Brother Meng...Brother Meng!"

Zhao Yan's voice came from behind, filled with heavy breathing and barely suppressed fear, "That thing...that thing is still behind us!"

"I know!"

Han Meng gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, "Don't look back, run, run towards the cave!"

Ye Chen was in the cave.

This thought was the only thing Han Meng could grasp at that moment, like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

He didn't know if Ye Chen could handle that beast, but it was his only hope.

The footsteps behind me suddenly quickened.

Han Meng's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

He subconsciously glanced to the side—the huge black shadow had already closed to within ten feet.

Under the moonlight, he finally saw the thing in its entirety.

A tiger.

No, that's not an ordinary tiger, it's a tiger demon!

Its size was outrageously large; its limbs alone were almost taller than Han Meng's, and it was at least five zhang long from head to tail.

Its entire body was pure white, without a single blemish. Its eyes glowed with a faint green light amidst the whiteness, like two will-o'-the-wisps floating in the air.

"Brother Meng!"

Zhao Yan's voice suddenly changed tone, becoming shrill as if someone were choking him, "It's accelerating!"

Before he could finish speaking, a deep roar came from behind him.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like someone hitting Han Meng's chest with a hammer, making his internal organs churn.

The air seemed to freeze, and a foul stench swept in from behind, carrying the pungent, nauseating smell of wild animals.

Han Meng gritted his teeth and charged forward with all his might.

The outline of the cave had come into view at the edge of the horizon, and the black entrance looked like an open eye in the moonlight.

He was overjoyed and gained even more strength in his legs.

However, at that moment, a muffled thud came from behind, followed by Zhao Yan's scream.

"what!"

Han suddenly turned around.

Zhao Yan lay face down on the ground, his black-rimmed glasses flying far away, and he landed in the grass in a spread-eagle position.

His left foot tripped on a tree root protruding from the ground, his ankle twisted at an odd angle, clearly sprained.

Behind him, the snow-white giant tiger had stopped in its tracks.

Those deep green eyes stared down at the person on the ground, as if scrutinizing a dish that had already been placed on the table.

Its mouth was slightly parted, revealing its gleaming white fangs, which shone with a cold light in the moonlight.

Zhao Yan struggled to get up, but the sharp pain in his ankle made him weak all over.

He could only prop himself up and move back a few inches, but his back bumped into a pine tree as thick as a bowl, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

He stared at the approaching green eyes, his mind blank.

"Brother Meng...run..."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, his lips were trembling, and his teeth were chattering, "Leave me alone...run..."

Han Meng did not run away.

He stood there, his hand holding the machete trembling, a surge of hot blood rising in his chest.

Fuck your mother!

He roared, his voice filled with a desperate ferocity, and raised his wood-chopping knife to charge at the giant tiger.

Zhao Yan closed his eyes.

All he could hear was the whistling wind, the deep roar of the giant tiger, and Han Meng's hysterical howl.

And there was the sound of my own heartbeat, so fast it was like a drumbeat, pounding against my eardrums.

My life is over.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not occur.

Instead, a deafening roar erupted.

boom!

The sound was like someone detonating a thunderbolt next to his ear. Zhao Yan felt his eardrums bulge, and the whole world went silent in that instant.

A violent shockwave exploded in front of him, sending him flying. He rolled several times on the ground before crashing into a rock and coming to a stop.

He lay on the ground, his ears ringing and his vision blurring.

In a daze, he only saw a streak of dark light shooting from the direction of the cave, as fast as a black lightning bolt, cutting through the night and hitting the side of the giant black tiger solidly.

The giant tiger's massive body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

The three-zhang-long body tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily into a large pine tree several zhang away.

Click!

The pine tree, as thick as a bowl, snapped in two with a crash, its upper crown falling to the ground and scattering dirt and broken leaves everywhere.

The giant tiger's body continued to roll, crashing into a second tree, then a third, and finally finally coming to a stop with the help of the fourth.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and withered leaves fluttered in the air.

Zhao Yan lay on the ground, staring wide-eyed at everything, his mouth open but unable to utter a sound.

A figure walked past him.

The pace was not fast, but each step was steady and powerful, making a slight rustling sound on the grass.

Ye Chen.

Zhao Yan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Chen did not turn around to look at him.

They didn't even slow down.

He walked unhurriedly toward the dusty area, toward the snow-white giant tiger that he had kicked three trees away.

Under the cover of night, a dark light surged around him.

The light was deep and dark, like the flames of the underworld rising from the depths of hell, flowing, leaping, and condensing on the surface of his body.

The air whistled around him, his clothes fluttered, and his hair flew.

Like a demon.

Like a demon.

Zhao Yan lay on the ground, staring at that figure, with only one thought in his mind.

Is this even human?