As Yu Liang halted his steps, the surrounding vegetation and stones seemed to hold their breath, awaiting the outcome of Yu Liang's thoughts.
A gentle breeze began to blow, carrying the thick scent of blood from the center of the island to the wasteland where Yu Liang was, and similarly, this breeze brought along a group of Barrel Men singing mountain songs.
This group of Barrel Men were dripping with fresh blood, hopping along happily and leaving a trail of blood on their path.
"Fresh human! Take my whip!" The leading Barrel Man, with the keenest sight, had spotted Yu Liang standing between a paperman and two Grass Baby Mechs from afar. A 'V' shaped smile, twisted to fill most of his face, appeared as he pulled a string of various bloody genitalia from the neck of his barrel head, laughing maniacally while waving it in the air and charging out like a cheetah.
