Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The large swarm of flies got their wish, and eagerly split into two clouds. One of them dove into the mud to feast on the dead body.
The other cloud lunged at the head and circled the stump like a gathering around a bonfire.
The head had retained the soldier's terrified, wide-eyed expression.
He thought he was saved when the Hippopotamus Beast pulled him out of the mud, but he did not expect it to tear off his neck.
The noise of the flies was utterly annoying, even amid the loud rain.
Mo Fan, Mu Bai, and Zhao Manyan went over to the dead body. Their hearts sank when they saw what had happened.
"Is there really no way we can save them?" Lt. Colonel Mason asked in disbelief.
The lieutenants shook their heads.
