The group of blue sheep was bewildered at the moment.
They had no idea where the attacker was, nor did they know what it was.
They only felt a strong gust of wind whistling towards them, hitting one of their members precisely, causing it to let out a painful whine, and the sound grew weaker and weaker.
The herd of blue sheep clearly realized that this companion was doomed!
Terrified, they avoided the direction from which the wind noise came and raced towards a slightly steeper cliff.
Taking advantage of the situation, Chen Wen stood up.
He watched the group of blue sheep disappear into the distance, deciding not to take further action.
At the same time, the young blue sheep, stimulated by the scent of blood and death, became increasingly steady in its steps.
"After this stimulation, this little lamb has fully matured,"
Chen Wen said as he retracted his gaze.
