They saw thousands of Exotic Beasts surge out from the cliff like a breached flood, and Han Yutang's tiny figure was instantly drowned in the torrent. Countless iron hooves trampled over his body, splashing up sprays of blood.
At the beginning, he was still letting out helpless, miserable screams, but then those screams grew weaker and weaker, until finally, they disappeared altogether.
When Mu Hanyan and the others returned to the mountaintop, those thousands of Exotic Beasts had already vanished without a trace. Only two mangled figures lay at the foot of the mountain. One of them had both arms and legs twisted into a strange posture, blood foam spilling endlessly from his mouth. Clearly, he had more breath going out than coming in, and was most likely beyond saving.
