It's unclear whether it won't speak or is refusing to communicate.
The ancient willow tree that just sang beautiful ballads now bares its mouth and furrows its hard wooden nose made of knots, looking like it's about to strike viciously.
The countless branches that grew over long years are now waving in the air, creating sharp whooshing sounds.
Equivalent to a whip gathering power before an attack.
The chaotic sound resembles the tightening bows before crossbow arrows are launched.
It signals the impending frenzy attack, naturally inducing uncontrollable panic and turmoil.
"Hoo-hah!"
Only now did the Qilin see the terrain it had been stepping on earlier, no wonder it couldn't stand firm.
A spout of angry hot air blew from its moist nostrils, while the suppressed electric sparks flickered between its exposed hooves.
