No one knows how long it took, but after the Mutated Python let out a wail, its gigantic body collapsed with a thundering crash. The remaining few mutated beasts finally began to retreat, turning around and fleeing towards the depths of the mountains.
The corpses of the mutated beasts lay scattered across the ground, their blood staining the entire patch of grass red.
After the battle, smoke lingered everywhere, and people were covered in blood — theirs and the mutated beasts' — looking rather bedraggled. Fortunately, the casualties weren't too severe.
Once the mutated beasts withdrew, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Many were exhausted, sitting down in the grass without caring about the dirt.
"Master, Madam... Madam fell in," An Ying said with a heavy gaze.
Everyone turned to look at Mu Qian, each with a grave expression. Ruan Mei and Ji Qing's eyes immediately turned red.
Mu Qian was icy cold. He stared at the uneven ground intently, his voice unusually calm, "I know."
