As the scales on the Unicorn Strange Beast's head writhed, that horn seemed to be growing, gradually extending outward.
"This is..." Zhou Zixing could not find the words to describe such a strange phenomenon. He pointed at the growing horn in surprise.
Qian Ying remained calm. He had just guessed that this Strange Beast had understood some of what he and Zhou Zixing had said, and was willing to hand over its horn to save its life.
"It seems these two Strange Beasts can understand some of our words. They must have understood what we discussed earlier, which is why they handed over the horn—perhaps to preserve their lives."
Even ants struggled to survive, let alone such enormous Strange Beasts.
No one knew how many years these two Strange Beasts had lived, but with their lives in danger, they could only choose to save themselves.
Under Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing's watchful eyes, the horn grew to a certain height before crashing free from the Unicorn Strange Beast's forehead and falling onto the Gobi Desert. A huge, thick horn now lay fully displayed before them.
"Roaaar!" The Unicorn Strange Beast let out a cry, though this time it was not very loud. It seemed merely to be reminding Qian Ying that it had handed over the horn, asking whether they could spare them now.
The Hornless Strange Beast beside it also gave a soft cry, seemingly expressing submission and begging for mercy.
Though the two Strange Beasts could not speak, the two old men could understand what they wished to convey through their expressions and cries.
Qian Ying gestured to Zhou Zixing, who immediately nodded. He flashed forward, picked up the horn with both hands, and carried it on his shoulder. The horn had not appeared particularly large while on