The people continued to wait in the mountain.
They dared not take on the golden snarler directly in case other people took advantage of them.
More and more people came. They did not charge forward when they saw everyone else waiting.
Tang Hao was starting to feel bored.
All the beasts were dead, so there was nothing else to do. The people stood there and stared at each other.
In the evening, the people saw a streak of red light in the sky. When they looked closer, they saw a scarlet bird with feathers as bright as a burning flame.
Another figure rode on the back of the bird.
"Another person is coming!"
Everyone looked up at it curiously.
"Damn! It's not a person, it's a monkey!"
After seeing clearly, the crowd was in an uproar.
"It's a raksha!"
