All the animals living on the prairie are well aware of the terror of the Mammoth.
The Great Horned Deer was frightened and ran harder than usual, yet it couldn't hide its panic. Even with the person on its back gripping the reins tightly, it still couldn't help but run in the wrong direction instead of continuing toward the beacon fire on the Mound.
The person on the deer's back tightened the reins and loudly comforted his mount. As he looked up, he saw someone flying toward him at an astonishing speed with a spear held upside down.
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The Mammoth drew closer, and the ground's tremors even lifted the dust slightly.
Chen Zhou's gaze was locked on the Great Horned Deer's chest, waiting for the right distance to throw the shuriken, piercing its lungs.
