Bang! Bang! Bang!
As Qiniang cried out in alarm, Sacred Qilin also flapped down from the peak of the immortal mountain. Each time it pushed off the mountainside, the sound of its feet hitting the rock was deafening, as if a mass of iron and stone were rolling down the mountain, repeatedly bouncing and smashing into the earth!
Rumble!
The enormous Sacred Qilin was the size of a small mountain. It landed on the ground with awe-inspiring might, shaking me and my two senior brothers until our bodies swayed.
Even Senior Brother Yan and I could not help freezing for a moment when we got a clear look at the Sacred Qilin, but that did not stop us from entering the two-pole positions!
"That's enough! Junior Brother Hai, cast the spell at once!" Senior Brother Yan shouted a reminder.
But Senior Brother Hai did not attack right away. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Asi, what kind of rotten idea is this? If I cast the spell, wouldn't I become the target of everyone's attacks!? We can't strike now!"
"Huh?" Although Senior Brother Yan voiced his confusion, he understood what Senior Brother Hai meant the very next moment. If Senior Brother Hai directly brought the spell crashing down, he would become the Sacred Qilin's next target!
Thus, the thunderclouds in the sky did not disperse, but they remained drawn back, ready to strike yet never released!
What were we supposed to do?
"Roar, roar, roar!" The Sacred Qilin furiously charged at the scattered ghosts fleeing in all directions. Forget swallowing one in a bite—it even gulped down the sand and gravel on the ground without spitting them out. Saying it had entered a flock of sheep would not even begin to describe the scene.
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