Bang!
Fang Bo's head was struck by the Peach Blossom Eyes' tail, like a ripe watermelon, completely shattered, splattering red and white all over the ground!
His headless body fell forward, with blood gushing from the neck, flowing into the forest's dead branches and leaves.
The Peach Blossom Eyes swung its tail, trying to shake off the bloodstains. Not quite clean, it rubbed against a nearby tree in frustration.
Bai Mo glanced at Fang Bo but didn't linger. His Divine Sense spread like the wind, scanning the dozens of unconscious students, confirming that their souls were only subdued, not hurt.
He sighed in relief.
He continued deeper into the forest.
It wasn't long before he found over a dozen bodies in a row among the trees—pale, rigid, cold. Their backs bore various bloodstains. Zhao Jing was the most tragic, lying there with a piece of skin missing from her back, flesh and blood exposed, faintly revealing bones.
