The three younglings had been slit across the throat and had collapsed into pools of blood, but none of them died immediately. They were still bleeding from their slit throats, making it impossible for any of them to make any sounds. They kept struggling as they bled, glancing at their faraway mother.
Their mother was none other than that giant pangolin that had forced Xia Fan and the others into a desperate situation. At this moment, she had made her way to the end of her life, her eyes filled with hatred and indignation. But the man standing over her head was simply too powerful, and this planet tyrant had no means of resisting him.
Hidden Wind was not holding a blade of any kind. Nevertheless, a single swing of his hand in the air made it seem like he was holding onto an invisible sword, pointing its tip toward the head of the Ferocibeast.
