In their eyes, Agu Xi and his people were already spent arrows at the end of their flight, with nowhere left to run.
But when their gazes swept over their Tianlan companions lying on the ground, fury instantly filled their chests.
Those companions who had been laughing and chatting with them earlier had now become cold corpses.
The four leaders formed a semicircle around them: three men and one woman. There was an exceptionally burly man, two sturdy men of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and a woman with a sultry face.
The woman also wore tight-fitting clothes, which traced curves over her body that could drive men wild.
Her full, round buttocks jutted high behind her, while her long, shapely legs and flat belly contrasted sharply with the towering peaks above. Her almond-shaped eyes often carried a seductive allure that men could scarcely resist.
Dragging a long purple whip in her hand, she wore a beguiling smile utterly at odds with the blood and rainwater mingling below.
The burly man held the end of a black iron chain in one hand, lightly twirling its middle with the other. The enormous hammerhead traced circles of varying sizes, giving off an intermittent humming sound.
It brought an invisible pressure down upon the silent grassland.
Of the other two men, one had an arm hanging limply at his side. A bloody hole pierced straight through his elbow joint, nearly severing the arm altogether.
That had been Aini's strongest strike before she fell. Although she had crippled his arm, the tail of the long serpent formed from the purple whip of the seductive woman in tight green clothes had pierced her back. After collapsing, she lay there, her fate unknown.
Agu Xi had used every ounce of strength to block a hammer blow from the