As told in the previous chapter.
Xiao He threw back his head with a laugh and strode out, then returned leaning on his staff with a sigh.
Nothing else—Double-Fork Ridge was littered with corpses, blood flowing...
There were not many demons, though. The pooled blood did not reach the point of flowing into a river. Lion Camel Ridge would not have had that problem.
When Xiao He arrived at Double-Fork Ridge, he did not reveal himself at once. He lay in ambush in the grass, holding his position, ready to watch Xiang Yuan's tearful performance up close.
Unexpectedly, there came several crackling bangs, and something flew past him.
With a boom, the airflow plowed across the ground, and wind and clouds rolled backward.
That thing shot forth like a meteor, trailing a tail of flame.
It was too fast for Xiao He to react at first. He only knew the wind was fierce, stinging his eyes, and the vacuum current was powerful enough to send the utterly unprepared him sprawling face-first into the dirt.
By the time he turned around, a straight black streak extended into the distance, sparks and lightning flashing all along it. That thing had already flown more than a hundred li away.
Mountains in its path were split open; water in its path was boiled away. Its material was simply too poor, and it vaporized after a hundred li. Otherwise, it could have flown all the way to Spirit Mountain and rammed a few more demons to death on the way.
Something was wrong. Someone lacked the most basic professional ethics of an actor!
Xiao He spat out the grass and mud in his mouth, his face full of indignation. Following the furrow plowed into the ground, he quickened his steps into the demons' cave dwelling.