The Great Melee
Following Jin Shanshan's finger, everyone looked over. Hou Xiaokuang was quick to dash forward, ready to reach for the black, pointed object, but Hou Dakuan cut him off with a sharp shout. "Stop!"
He awkwardly drew back his claw and looked up, displeasure on his face. "What is it?"
Bi Fan answered, his expression grave. "It could be dangerous."
Frightened, Hou Xiaokuang immediately backed away a few steps, not daring to touch anything carelessly.
Ling Xiaoxiao furrowed her brows and walked forward. She raised a hand, and spiritual energy slowly flowed from her fingertips, shimmering green in the sunlight. With a gentle motion, she drew the black, pointed object out.
To everyone's surprise, the black point wasn't a weapon at all. It looked more like a horn from an animal's head.
Everyone found it somewhat familiar, but couldn't identify it. It had been buried for so long that wind and sand had eroded it beyond recognition.
Wu Qianqian asked softly, "Could this be a horn from the Armored Rhinoceros Race?"
Ling Xiaoxiao shook her head. "No. This should be an antenna from the head of the Fiery Mo Flood Dragon Race."
At the mention of that race, an unusually angry look appeared on Jin Shanshan's face. He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to go over and crush the antenna to powder.
Bi Fan looked at him, puzzled by his reaction. "The Fiery Mo Flood Dragon Race? They're part of the Demon Race? How come I've never heard of them?"
"They're not part of the Demon Race. They belong to the Devil Race." Hou Dakuan's voice was grave, too. Seeing that Bi Fan still looked confused, he continued explaining. "The Devil Race is made up of those members of the Demon Race who once pledged themselves