A single swing of the spade smashed the ferocious beast into a bloody pulp, splattering blood that stained a grisly pattern on the chest of Monk Jing Sha. The tragic death of this beast did not deter the rest, but instead, it seemed to flip a switch within the hesitant horde of ferocious beasts. All the beasts began to howl skywards and started to sway on the spot, looking much like a drunken man.
Among the three monks who had followed Monk Jing Sha, one who seemed eager for battle saw that the pack was about to besiege Jing Sha and immediately grabbed a copper rod, ready to step in and help. But he had barely taken half a step before he was pulled back by a companion. Before he could react, that companion and another one were already dragging him away in the opposite direction.
