When their leader plummeted from the sky and slammed into the ground,
The Wolf King was reduced to a pile of bloody pulp.
The rest of the pack scattered in chaos.
Tails tucked between their legs, they fled in all directions, howling as they ran.
The Beaked Eagle skimmed the treeline in a wide circle, and only after seeing the wolves flee did it ascend once more, flying toward the foot of the mountain.
The leopard carefully leaped down from the tree. It watched the Beaked Eagle depart and let out a few soft cries.
As they passed a cliff, Qin Ziwen stretched out his arm and pointed, signaling the Beaked Eagle to check out a spot in the distance.
It was the same cliff face where the Giant Toad had previously fallen to its death.
Riding the Beaked Eagle down to the valley floor, he saw that new, tender green plants had sprouted from the earth once scorched by gasoline.
