Seeing the head, Yi Yun suddenly constricted his pupils.
This head was covered with red scales. It was unknown how such beautiful scales were blackened.
Its head had three horns, sharp as a sword. It had sharp canine teeth and two long and thin feelers. It didn't look hideous and it even seemed to possess some dignity.
Although it was already dead, its two green eyes still seemed to possess a cold killing intent that emitted a chilling feeling.
"This is…"
Yi Yun did not know why besides the killing intent he felt coming from the eyes of a dead fierce beast, he also felt a faint sense of disgruntledness.
"It's called a Chi Lin beast!" came a faint voice. It was not the fat elder but Lin Xintong's voice.
To Yi Yun, Lin Xintong's voice was soft and gentle like a pearlbush flower.
