Not far away, the villagers' voices of praise and the sobs of those who narrowly escaped death were incessant.
But when Lann and Ah Xiu went over to take a look, they discovered that the situation was not very good.
In a small clearing in the middle of the village, many corpses lay piled on top of one another.
From their postures, it was clear they had fought desperately to take each other's lives when alive, thus entangled together with faces twisted in ferocious determination, like demons.
Among the tangled bodies, most were militiamen and villagers, with only a few mountain bandits.
Yet, outside the pile of intertwined bodies, there were only mountain bandit corpses.
The majestic body of the Qilin stood in the midst of the bandit corpses.
The dim moonlight and the rising flames highlighted its elegant and majestic form, truly like a legend.
Meanwhile, the Elu Cat stood atop the Qilin's head, clutching one of its azure horns with one hand.
