Chapter 262 Book 6 Cannon Fodder
The stench of blood and scorched flesh still hung heavy in the forest air.
Charred branches crackled softly underfoot as Li An crouched beside the remains of a fallen fierce demon beast—its obsidian-black scales still pulsing with fading Chi, the scent of sulfur thick around its gaping maw. Around her, the chaos of the previous battle faded into solemn silence, as the makeshift army of drafted wanderers and cultivators—survivors all—regrouped under the dense forest canopy at the border of Jeosam State.
Some wept. Some sharpened their blades with haunted expressions. Most simply stared at the corpses, man and beast alike, littered around them like discarded leaves. The battle had been brutal, but it revealed one crucial truth: the fierce demon beasts, long thought to be unstoppable nightmares, could bleed—and they could die.
