Han Lie looked back warily, only to find that the beast soldiers following him had vanished.
Before he could figure out what was happening, a large, black animal hide was thrown over his head, trapping him.
"Who is it? Who's there!"
A vicious beating was the only answer he received.
"Ah! Who is it?! I'm the Shaman! Stop it! Ah!"
Han Lie screamed relentlessly. Just as he was about to break free, he was pummeled senseless by a barrage of fists.
The assault continued until Han Lie went limp on the ground, unmoving.
Sunxiao's serpent-like eyes were cold, his killing intent unabated.
Jin Ling's fists were clenched tight as stone.
Yun Ji glanced at the faintly breathing Han Lie and whispered, "He's dead. The Beast King will definitely investigate. Let's go."
As Sunxiao and Jin Ling turned to leave, Yun Ji stared at the black animal hide, gave it one more kick, and then departed.
