It seemed like everything was over.
The villagers of the Yang Family Fort no longer needed to hide; they crawled out from the bandits' lair, both relieved to have survived and curiously examining the mangled carcass of the flesh-and-blood monster bird.
A few children seemed frightened by the gruesome scene and began to wail on the spot, prompting their parents to carry them away. But the older ones were bold enough to approach, picking up some sticks to poke at the massive corpse, to see if this thing could be prodded into movement.
The corpse, with only half its body remaining and no head, naturally couldn't move again.
"So, it really is over..."
The aged Yang Xuan also emerged. The old man with his broken legs was pushed in a wheelchair by his kin; he had come out to collect the bodies.
In this battle, only one person had died.
"Cry if you want to cry."
With a sigh, Du Chengfeng walked to the old man's side and patted his shoulder.
