When Yi Yun saw the head, his pupils suddenly constricted.
The entire head was covered in crimson scales. Those once-beautiful scales had somehow been scorched black.
Three sharp horns jutted from the top of its head like swords. It had pointed fangs and two thin, long whiskers. Its features were not ferocious; instead, they carried a hint of majesty.
Although it was thoroughly dead, its pair of ghostly green eyes still seemed to contain a cold killing intent, sending a chill down one's spine.
"What is this...?"
For some reason, besides sensing killing intent in the dead ferocious beast's eyes, Yi Yun also sensed a faint unwillingness.
"It's called a Crimson Scale Beast!" A calm voice drifted over, but it was not the Fat Old Man speaking. It was Lin Xin Tong.
Lin Xin Tong's voice felt to Yi Yun like a strip of white silk—extremely soft and gentle.
Yi Yun was slightly stunned. He glanced at Lin Xin Tong. Ever since he had met them, apart from fighting him just now, Lin Xin Tong had remained very quiet and had never interrupted his conversations with the old man.
Lin Xin Tong said, "The Crimson Scale Beast is a desolate beast. Although its desolate bones aren't low-grade, its strength is considered weak among desolate beasts. Crimson Scale Beasts are very special. Some of them suddenly ** when they reach adulthood, dying in the process."
"Hm?" Yi Yun stared blankly for a moment. Suicide?
Lin Xin Tong continued, "There is a rumor that Crimson Scale Beasts possess the bloodline of the Fire Qilin. If they ignite their entire bloodline, they can evolve into true Fire Qilins within the flames."
"However, the Crimson Scale Beasts of today are separated from that era by who knows how many generations. Even if they truly