When everyone arrived at the scene, their faces all changed drastically.
Gu Yu lay on the ground, life or death unknown.
Shi Caifeng was covered in blood, holding a woman whose body was nearly hacked off, only connected by the skin, and sobbing.
Nearby, the grass was littered with various innards, flesh, and feathers, making one shudder.
Not far from Shi Caifeng, there were two fallen Red-crowned Bird Spirits, one large and one small.
The larger one was two zhang in length.
Its black eyes were larger than eggs, and its two legs were as thick as large trees, with breathing sounds akin to a bellows, showing immense vitality even in death.
"Big Sister!"
"Sister Wenwen!"
"Wenwen!"
The squad members rushed to Shi Caifeng's side, half-squatting on the ground, looking at Wang Yiwen, who had closed her eyes, with faces full of grief.
"What happened here!" Jiang Chenyu exclaimed in shock and anger.
