"Ah..."
Li Cong's piercing scream tore through the night sky, shaking the accumulated snow off the surrounding wild grass as it drifted down. A gentle breeze swept through, lifting the falling snowflakes and blowing them toward the clearing where the two men stood, making the air feel even colder.
Yang Bairao stood quietly to one side, watching Li Cong, who lay on the ground and wailed ceaselessly. The remaining half of the spear shaft in Yang Bairao's hand was now almost entirely buried inside Li Cong's body. From Yang Bairao's vantage point, it looked as though a short tail had sprouted from Li Cong's lower end.
Chapter 52