The lead sheep was larger than a typical Rock Sheep, exuding a strong sense of oppression. Its curved horns glimmered with a bronze sheen under the sunlight, while its well-defined forelegs aggressively pawed at the ground.
Its pupils contracted into thin slits out of anger, and its nostrils puffed out streams of white vapor.
"Watch out!"
Just as Xu Ying shouted a warning, the lead sheep dashed forward in a flash, precisely flipping the phone out of Ji Xuehui's hand with its hard horns. The phone traced an arc in the air before landing with a "plop" in a distant snowbank.
[It's because of this damn thing!]
The lead sheep bellowed furiously, its voice echoing through the valley, [that's how our clan leader ended up falling off the cliff!]
