Chapter 795

That thing wasn't big, about the size of a small lamb. Its appearance was somewhat like a featherless quail, with a head resembling a platypus, though its beak was longer, larger, and yellow, making it closer to a duck.

In addition, it had two small wings—plump and surprisingly round.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't completely bald; its body was covered in short, flesh-colored fuzz that made it appear as if it didn't have any hair at all.

After being blasted out of the dirt by the embroidered shoes, it lay flat on the ground, motionless, with its two eyes rolling from side to side.

It looked like it had completely lost its strength but was unwilling to give up struggling.

"What the hell is this thing?" Yang Fan gripped his wooden mace tightly and cautiously took a few steps forward.

He hadn't gained much wisdom from dealing with these strange creatures before,

but if there was one thing he understood, it was that his life always came first.