Su Ping looked at the cluster of corpses.
Because it was winter, there were no signs of decay. Instead, they all seemed to have frozen at that moment.
Most of the bodies had stiffened in the earlier bitter cold.
Some melted snow trickled down the rocky cliff face.
There was an indescribable cold stillness.
The feeling left Su Ping slightly uneasy.
There was something strange about this place!
Yet he could not say exactly what was strange.
Su Ping glanced at the others, who were still enthusiastically directing their Pet Beasts in battle. After some thought, he patted Big Yellow's body.
"Big Yellow, go take a look up ahead. And be careful. Don't let anything happen."
This time, Big Yellow nodded solemnly, unlike his earlier indifference and disdain.
Had this fellow sensed something too?
Su Ping did not know, but he led the little crow forward.
These wild avian beasts were still inside the valley.
Although every one of them kept its eyes fixed firmly on Big Yellow, none gave way.
Without any order from Su Ping, every bird that dared overestimate itself and block Big Yellow's path was reduced to a puddle of blood.
But the sight struck Su Ping as even stranger.
Even ants clung to life!
Fear of death was the nature of any creature when faced with a mortal threat, and avoiding danger was absolutely its first priority.
Yet at this moment, even faced with Qin Xiaoxue and the others' hunting game and the Yellow Dragon's utterly crushing power, few of these little creatures in the valley fled in panic.
What was it about this valley, about that Mystic Realm on the verge of appearing, that held such an irresistible attraction for these birds?
But what attraction could make these wild avian Pet Beasts disregard even