Clang!
The Dragon-Slaying Magical Sword in hand swung, and the towering stone pillar nearby was directly cut in half.
After the pillar fell, it coincidentally covered the green Little Pine Tree.
The moonlight was blocked, and the Little Pine Tree could no longer absorb the Moonlight Power, causing the strange glow it emitted to gradually disappear, returning to the appearance of an ordinary pine tree.
Shen Wen'an returned from the cliff top and sat cross-legged by the corpse of the Pan Mountain Python, waiting for Zhao Shuan to bring people over.
At dawn, a large group of villagers from the foot of the mountain arrived one after another, carrying ropes, sticks, and pulling carts.
"Wen'an."
Zhao Shuan came before Shen Wen'an, suspiciously glanced around, and asked, "Where's Fang Chao?"
Shen Wen'an did not speak, glancing at the dried black blood and dark skeleton nearby.
Following his gaze, Zhao Shuan felt a chill in his heart.
