"No!" Yun Qi spread his arms to try to explain, but the members of Unit 49 had already started to act. The Demon Binding Rope in their hands spun in a circle and was thrown out, the pale golden clasp popped out, cutting through the scales and burrowing into the flesh.
Blood splattered, and Lin Jingchen's eyes were instantly filled with crimson. He roared to the sky, grabbed a stone, and was about to smash it down on a member's head.
This blow could turn a person into minced meat.
Suddenly, there came the heart-wrenching cry of a child from behind.
Everyone looked in unison, only to see on a treetop near the mountain cave, a man in his fifties holding his grandson had accidentally let him slip, and the boy was now hanging from a branch.
The branch was over the cave entrance, and because of the recent attack, the soil at the root was visibly loosened.
The child cried and struggled, and suddenly fell from the branch.
