Chapter 106
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In the process of chasing, Dean finally saw the appearance of the mountain lion. It was similar to the lions he knew. The only difference was the size. It was three to four meters tall and had a strong physique. The hair on its body was like sharp needles. The forelimb joints had three sections. Its running posture was like a spider crawling on the ground.
At the moment, there was an arrow at the end of its tail. The severe pain made the mountain lion scream and run away in panic. It didn't have the slightest cruel and bloodthirsty appearance.
Dean and others were smeared with Undead powder so they were not afraid of exposing their whereabouts. They followed the mountain lion closely. The distance between them was only a few hundred meters.
"There is a smell in front." As Dean ran, he quickly sensed the surrounding scents. He had smelled these scents early on, but he didn't warn them until they were within 20 miles.
"Position."
"Eleven o 'clock direction."
Glenn raised her hand and made a gesture.
Garter, who was in the team, understood and disappeared.
After a moment, Garter reappeared in the team and said: "It's a 'dead blood beast'."
Glenn said: "Don't pay attention to it. Continue to chase."
Everyone followed the mountain lion. When the mountain lion was tired, the young hunter would pull out an arrow and shoot it. His archery was accurate and hit the target every time.
On the way, occasionally some monsters of level 7 to 8 appeared. They hid in the dark and attacked Dean and others. The undead powder on their bodies made them look like walking corpses in the eyes of these monsters. Although most monsters have no appetite for ordinary walking corpses, some monsters below level 10 still like to eat this kind of fresh and juicy food with no spikes on the carapace.
However, with Dean's sense of smell and the young hunter's strong hearing, these hidden monsters were discovered early on. Before they could attack, they were easily beheaded by Glenn. Her actions were clean and neat. The battle was almost finished in a few seconds. It was a complete crushing!
Although the mountain lion was brutal, it was a little frightened when it was suddenly attacked. In its senses, it didn't know that the attack came from several "walking dead" behind it. It ran around in panic. Sometimes it was shot too painful, so it couldn't help but turn back and roar. However, it couldn't see the enemy, so it could only vent its anger on the "walking dead" behind it.
The mountain lion's counterattack was expected by Glenn, Dean and the others. They quickly ran to other areas that they hadn't passed through. The plan was still going on. Occasionally it was more efficient.
Two hours later, everyone had used up most of their energy, so they stopped provoking the mountain lion and told it to rest. They also sat down nearby to rest.
"Such a big movement, won't it scare away the Black Weaver?" A young man couldn't help but ask.
"Will you be scared by your own food?" Glenn asked.
The young man was rendered speechless.
Dean took the bottle of water from Glenn. He felt uncomfortable as he thought that she had drunk from his mouth. He quietly wiped the mouth of the bottle and then lifted the bottle to drink from it.
Glenn sneered as she saw this scene, but didn't say anything.
Dean returned the bottle to her and was about to rest. Suddenly, his body's pores slightly shrank. He suddenly smelled a strange fishy smell approaching from about thirty miles away.
This smell was the smell of the Black Weaver that he had smelled from the black fragment!
It finally appeared!
Dean rejoiced in his heart. The sooner he could complete the hunting mission, the sooner he could go back and continue training. Otherwise, every day he stayed in the dangerous area no. 1, there was a possibility of changes happening.
He didn't make a sound immediately, but waited quietly.
Soon, the smell of the Black Weaver was about twenty-five miles away. At this time, the smell gradually faded, and the body seemed to disappear.
Dean was startled. He was puzzled.
"What's wrong?" Glenn looked at him.
Dean saw that she was aware of his expression, and his heart shivered: "Nothing."
Glenn looked at him but didn't say anything. She sat down and rested. Her eyes fell on the mountain lion that had stopped walking slowly in the distance.
A few minutes later, Dean suddenly smelled the smell of the Black Weaver that had disappeared before. It appeared again! Moreover, the place where the Black Weaver appeared was eight miles away. The smell was extremely faint. It seemed that the Black Weaver was desperately trying to restrain itself. If the distance was not too close, it would be almost impossible for him to smell it.
"It's approaching … … very fast!" Dean was shocked. He knew that he couldn't wait any longer. He immediately said to Glenn: "It appeared. It's coming here. It's about seven miles away. No, it's even closer!"
Glenn and the other five were surprised. Gatt anxiously said: "Why didn't you say so earlier? Isn't the range of your sense of smell twenty miles?"
Dean frowned: "It used some method to hide its smell. It suddenly appeared seven or eight miles away."
"Get ready." Glenn quickly said: "The Black Weaver likes to sneak attack underground. Dean was able to smell it from about eight miles away. It's very rare. Everyone prepare for battle. Gatt, you protect Dean."
Gatt and the other four reacted. They thought that the Black Weaver's sneak attack had killed three of them even though there were hunters in the team. It was obvious that the Black Weaver's sneak attack ability was far beyond their imagination.
They pulled out their weapons and were on full alert.
Glenn stared at the mountain lion in the distance: "Kill it at all costs. It's best not to make any mistakes!"
"Yes." Gatt and the others' faces slightly changed as they immediately responded.
At this time, Dean smelled the smell of the Black Weaver. It was about two miles away. The young hunter in the team seemed to have heard the movement. He hurriedly said: "It's in the four o 'clock direction. It's going to appear!"
Glenn stroked the jet-black dagger beside her leg and said in a low voice, "Get ready."
At this time, the mountain lion seemed to be aware of something. It stopped and turned its head to look around. It growled in a low voice as if it was trying to intimidate something. With a puff, the ground beneath it suddenly cracked open. A sharp and long black blade pierced through the soft abdomen of the mountain lion and pulled downwards.
Crash!
The liver and other bloody organs fell out. Large and small intestines, blood vessels and other parts were washed out along with a large amount of blood.
"Roar!" The mountain lion roared in grief and indignation. It twisted its limbs to struggle, but it was like a trapped beast in a cage.
The ground around it cracked one after another. Sharp black thorns shot out from the ground and penetrated the body of the mountain lion. It was as if it was nailed to death by several black thorns.
Whoosh!
A ghost-like shadow flashed past.
It was Glenn.
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