Blood saturated the soil.
And the heavy breathing of the Fine-toothed Giant Bear had yet to cease.
The pain had nearly deprived it of its ability to move, but the inherent tenacity of a wild creature's life force drove it to struggle, attempting to rise and move forward.
Its abdomen, pierced by a spear, was pressed against the ground, and with every step taken, the spear tip left a shallow mark on the earth.
At this moment, the bear couldn't discern whether the pain in its pawless forearm was greater than the agony from its attacked abdomen; all it knew was that it needed to leave this place.
...
The axe handle was firmly gripped by Chen Zhou's large hand. He weighed the Hand Axe calmly as he followed the Fine-toothed Giant Bear.
The scent of blood grew stronger with the loss of blood.
The Giant Hyenas gazed from afar at this scene——
Tonight, they hadn't caught anything, and most members of the pack were stomachs empty.
