'Whoosh…' A stray wolf which had been ripping the Blackwind Bandit's corpse was instantly pierced to its death by a sharp arrow which came flying from a distance...
The sky had turned dark. However, one could still witness the miserable sight in the wilderness under the illumination of the moon and starlight.
More than a hundred stray wolves had already gathered here. Every single one of them was feasting on the corpses of those Blackwind Bandits which were left in the wilderness. Many of the corpses had already been ripped apart. Their intestines, internal organs, flesh, and blood were strewn all over the place. Groups of vultures flapped their wings as they loitered around the wolves like thieves waiting for the perfect opportunity to hop forward and quickly steal some flesh when those wolves weren't paying attention before hopping away again.