The fat man shivered all over, his fat trembling with fear, and quickly replied, "No, no, instructor."
"Why did you say no?" the instructor shouted, "What on earth is going on? Can you explain it clearly?"
"Yes, instructor."
Luo Hao was startled, but finally managed to calm down and grasped the crux of the issue.
He took a deep breath and replied in a low voice:
"It's the target, instructor."
"Target?"
The instructor was taken aback.
Luo Hao then nodded gently and whispered something into his ear.
The latter was instantly stunned upon hearing it.
...
When the last undead vulture also crashed heavily onto the ground—
It weakly flapped its wings twice, and then the phosphorescent flames in its eye sockets quickly faded, turning into a pile of real bones, motionless. But that wasn't all; soon, a faint black mist rose from the skeleton, like it was melting under the sunlight, and the entire bone structure was gradually fading away.
