Black Mountain's ursine roar echoed through the forest, shaking loose stones from the cliffs.
His eyes were blood-red, and every hair of his mane stood on end, making him look like a true, enraged behemoth.
Red Wind was a little calmer than he was, but only a little.
"Brother..." Red Wind turned his head, a trace of killing intent in his voice. "It was those things, wasn't it?"
"Only they would do something this ruthless, wiping out every last descendant."
Xie Changsheng, Song Chi, Zhou Yan, and Luo Hongyi stood behind them, unsure what to say.
Black Mountain no longer cared about maintaining his image as a cultured bear. He snarled through gritted teeth, "Fuck your granny, you bastards from the Other Race! You wouldn't even spare a single mountain! Old cat, come on! Let's find those scum and swallow them alive, skin them raw!"
With that, the bear and tiger were about to unleash their demonic energy and charge down.
Smack.
Smack.
Two light smacks rang out as Zhou Yan tapped each of them on the back of the head with his folding fan.
"I told you your brains were in your stomachs, and you still wouldn't admit it."
Zhou Yan waved his fan, pointed at the ruins below, and said irritably, "You're both mighty demons of the Origin Demon Realm, for heaven's sake. Could you stop relying on your eyes and sweep the place with your spiritual senses?"
He looked at them as though they were idiots. "If the Other Race slaughtered everyone on the mountain, no matter how brutal the fighting was, there should still be bodies, right?"
"Even if the Other Race assimilated the bodies, there should still be a smell of blood. Take a sniff. Is there any?"
Black Mountain and Red Wind both froze