Chapter 515 — Lu Li of the Ghost Capital
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Cold sweat broke out on Shen Mu's forehead. He retreated step by step, watching the thousands upon thousands of beasts pressing in on him, and explained: "Gentlemen, hear me out—I did not mean to break the rules of the Waste.
It was this fellow Dragon Fatty who struck the first blow. . . " He backed up to the gateway and bumped into a stone pillar.
One after another the giant beasts beat their chests, bared their teeth, sharpened their claws, or gathered their divine powers, ready at any moment to blast this fellow who had broken the rules of the Waste to death! Shen Mu gritted his teeth, whirled around, and butted his head forward with all his strength—his head sank into the darkness. The beasts were struck dumb.
The Dragon Qilin hurried over, wailing loudly, and took Shen Mu's trouser leg in its teeth to drag him back; the other beasts hastily covered their faces—dragged like that, he would surely come out as a fleshless skull, or else with his neck cut clean through, dripping with blood!
"Dragon Fatty, get away. " Shen Mu kicked out with his leg, and the whole pack of beasts was frightened into a shiver, their hairs and scales standing on end! "Fake—fake—fake. .
. " One beast lord stammered, then suddenly roared: "The corpse has risen!
" Just then, with a pop, Shen Mu's whole body burrowed into the darkness.
Before the beasts could breathe a sigh of relief, a head suddenly poked out of the dark, looking this way and that.
Thud! One of the beasts toppled over stiff as a board, frightened into a dead faint.