The arrow pierced through his forehead, nailing him to the spot!
"Constable Zhang!"
The remaining five, their eyes bursting with rage, roared loudly.
"Who is it! Who's there?!"
The last surviving constable, surnamed Wang, had watched his comrades die before his very eyes, his heart roaring with waves of horror and doubt.
ROAR!
But it faced the Year Beast, which had already turned, roaring as it charged toward the remaining five of them.
"Run! Scatter and run!" Constable Wang shouted, already bolting like an arrow released from its bow into the thick forest. "If even one of us can escape, report back to the Incense Altar! The Incense Master will surely uncover the truth and avenge our fallen brethren!"
The other four also burst forth with the greatest speed of their lives, fleeing wildly in various directions.
