Night fell.
It seemed like the whole of the Forest of Spirit Beasts was stained with blood and the air was filled with the scent of blood.
The silver leopards fell into a deep pit of despair.
They resisted vigorously but still, they could not escape the fate of being slaughtered.
The humans did not kill the silver leopards immediately. They used their thorny whips to whip the silver leopards. Their skins were torn. The humans even laughed happily at that.
The silver leopard king could not endure the attacks of numerous humans. It trembled and it fell down onto the ground.
Fresh blood rushed into its eyes and its vision was blurred. But, it still turned its head and looked at its remaining family members with determination.
The silver leopards howled, hoarsely. It was loud and clear in the windy forest. The howl lingered in the air.
