"Quinn Morgan, what are you doing?"
The other beastmen, seeing this, all glared angrily at Quinn Morgan.
Quinn Morgan didn't expect his little act to be discovered by everyone. He panicked for a moment, but quickly composed himself and explained, "I didn't do it on purpose, my foot slipped just now, and I accidentally kicked a small stone, who knew it would hit Corbin Crowley's arm just right..."
The beastmen present furrowed their brows, looking skeptical, neither believing nor disbelieving.
A beastman couldn't help but peek over at the bottomless cliff.
White mist enveloped, obstructing the view, and it was impossible to see the bottom of the cliff clearly.
Falling from such a height, it's likely a dangerous fate.
"What should we do now?"
One of the beastmen asked, frowning and looking at everyone with a solemn expression.
If Quinn Morgan and Warwick Storm are dead, they're just the ones the leader wants to capture back anyway.
