This was a village so desolate that no human footprints could be found—charred, collapsed walls, and bloodstains visible everywhere indicated something dreadful had occurred here.
When Li Yan stepped into what was known as Shuanghua Square Village, he immediately saw the massive monster seated amidst the ruinous dwelling's remains, the Niutou Chantan.
Niutou Chantan doesn't refer to a bull's head, but rather a type of sandalwood material.
Over ten meters tall, with the texture of a tree, the giant's amber patterns were streaked with blood-red lines; its limbs and torso were robust and twisted into shape by interweaving branches. Atop the wrinkled, golden rings of its head was a sprout, green and dewy, swaying in the wind. Its traditionally imposing and majestic body was now covered in bloody flesh, looking particularly fierce and terrifying.
"Scram!" The voice, like a muffled thunder, spooked the horses into restlessness.
Niutou Chantan
Status: Lightly injured
