Chapter 179 Hunting Time
In the cave in the snowy field, the bad dogs dispersed into formation under the command of the bad dog leader, and launched an attack on the man and the cat on the top of the mountain.
Their eyes, widened by hunger and greed, glowed scarlet, and unstoppable saliva flowed down their grinning mouths, condensing into ice the moment it slipped down the corners of their mouths.
In the dark night, more than a dozen thick and ferocious tentacles emerged from the shadows, shaking and waving their tight and heavy bodies, and smashed towards the bad dog at the front.
"boom!"
The tentacles hit the ground with a dull loud noise, and the snow scattered on the ground was blown straight off the ground by the violent wind and scattered in all directions.
As evil spirits in the dark night on the snowy plains, the evil dogs naturally have their merits. Although the shadow tentacles are thick and heavy, they are relatively bulky after all.
After one round of smashing, the bad dog didn't hit a few, but the whole hill was "swayed" a bit.
Feeling that the two children in the cave would be in danger if they were smashed like this, the big cat erected a high shadow wall around Fan Yun. Except for the gap above for Fan Yun to contact outside birds, there was no
After considering the possibility of invasion and ensuring his safety, the big cat got into the shadows.
On the other hand, the bad dogs did not pay attention to the big cat that suddenly disappeared. After all, their sight was still blocked by the thick tentacles.
Not paying attention to the two or three comrades who were still whimpering after being buried under the tentacles, the bad dog climbed on the tentacles that had not been raised and continued to move towards the top of the mountain.
As soon as a bad dog climbed onto a tentacle, he suddenly felt that the touch of the soles of his feet had changed. The originally soft and firm feeling of the feet disappeared, as if he had stepped into sticky pectin, and his limbs immediately sank in.
The thick tentacles melted like ooze, collapsed and returned to the shadows. Some bad dogs were not affected by the sudden collapse because they had not stepped on the tentacles or had already climbed over them, but more bad dogs, including their leader, were not affected by the sudden collapse.
, and they all hit the ground hard.
"Er..."
Growling from his mouth, the bad dog leader tried to stand up, but found that he seemed to be tied up by something, and his body seemed to be stuck in some quagmire.
Turning his head, the bad dog leader discovered that the ground beneath him was no longer solid, or even as soft as snow, but had turned into a quagmire. Half of his body was stuck in it. Although he would not continue to sink, it would be difficult to sink.
move.
"Er!"
After struggling to pull out his front paws, the bad dog leader tried to pull out his body, but as soon as he pulled out one front paw, the shadow quagmire seemed to be alive, and several tentacles sprang out, binding the bad dog tightly.
The slender waist and neck of the dog leader pulled the bad dog that had just stood up back to the ground.
"state!"
The evil dog leader fell to the ground, half of his body immersed in the shadow, and his waist and neck were tightly bound by the tentacles extending from the shadow. Only one front paw was left on the ground, desperately trying to pull himself up.
.
The tentacles and the "quagmire" underneath were wrapped around the body of the bad dog leader. The sticky, moist touch and the constant wriggling of the tentacles on his waist made the bad dog tremble all over, and a chill rushed straight from its tail to its forehead.
After struggling to move his head, the bad dog leader turned his attention to his fellow humans around him.
The bad dog group is a group that respects the strong and has never had a fixed leader. Whoever can kill the previous leader will become the new leader of the group.
So after finding that he couldn't move, the bad dog leader immediately turned his attention to the surroundings, trying to find his fellow humans around him to see if there were any ambitious people trying to pick things up.
However, most of the people around the leader of the bad dogs were also trapped members of the same race. Only a small number of bad dogs were not trapped because they rushed to the front, and the vast majority of the bad dogs were entangled.
Heaving a sigh of relief, the bad dog leader turned his attention to the several bad dogs ahead that were still attacking the "prey". Out of fear that he would be discovered by them, the bad dog leader secretly expected that the so-called "prey" could be killed.
If the dead is not trapped, it is possible that it can attack its kin.
However, it was this turn of sight that allowed the evil dog leader to see a strange scene that he had never seen before in his life.
As a hunter who wanders in the dark nights of snow fields all year round, the bad dog leader has seen many ways to die, but what happened now is something he has never seen before...
Halfway up the mountain, which is the highest point that the bad dog group can reach, there seems to be a transparent line drawn there, and no bad dog can cross that line.
Bad dogs are agile in movement, and their pitch-black skin is their best protective color when wandering in the dark. Their powerful night vision ability allows them to see far away at night, and dark nights are their best hunting grounds.
But tonight, the situation seems to have changed, and the dark night no longer seems to favor bad dogs.
From the boundless shadows, thick tentacles sprang out from time to time and swung at the running bad dogs, hitting their fragile waists hard. The heavy force was enough to make the underweight bad dogs fly up directly and hit the ground, causing serious injuries.
The victim may even have his or her back smashed directly, leaving him lying on the ground whimpering.
What's even more terrifying is the hunter lurking in the shadows. It's so dark that you can only vaguely see a black shadow. When she jumps out of the shadows and passes over the unsuspecting bad dogs, the bad dogs will have more...
A wound, not deep, but fatal.
It was obviously a small wound that usually would heal itself in a short time, but this time it became a fatal curse.
The leader of the bad dog saw with his own eyes that the hind leg of a bad dog was attacked, which was only the length of a paw. But soon, a dark black substance seemed to spread from the wound to other places at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was covered by the dark black substance.
The covered parts shrank quickly, as if the body inside was eroded. The entire bad dog shrank and collapsed in less than a minute, eventually turning into black debris and blending into the shadows, leaving not even a bone behind.
Only the miserable scream just left in the mind of the bad dog leader...
The leader of the evil dog originally thought that his tribe was the best hunter in this snowfield (except the depths) in the dark night. There was no creature that was not afraid of them. He never knew what fear was, but now...
It seems to know what fear feels like...a cold that goes deep into the bone marrow...a tremor that makes the body unable to move...
Perhaps due to excessive fear or other reasons, the bad dog leader lowered his head and did not look at the hunting ground ahead. He did not know how much time had passed. He only knew that the screams reached his ears from time to time.
Finally disappeared.
"Pata, tapa..."
The sound of soft but clear footsteps came, and the evil dog leader raised his head, and finally saw the appearance of Li Gui clearly. He was smaller than himself, and was not much different from ordinary evil dogs. He was a big black cat. Dark.
Her skin and eyes like black glass made her look like a favored one by the night. Her figure was light, her steps were graceful, and her tail behind her shook up the snow on the ground.
The big black cat walked up to the leader of the bad dogs, lowered his noble head and looked down at the intruder who was bound in the shadows, with eyes like looking at the scum of the world.
The strong desire for survival in his heart told the bad dog leader that surrendering to the evil ghost was the only way to survive. The bad dog leader lowered his head and lay on the ground, uttering a humble whimper in his mouth to express the surrender of his clan.
The big cat glanced at the ten bad dogs trapped by him, and then at the big bad dog lying on the ground. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, turned around, and slapped his tail sharply on the head of the leader of the bad dogs.
He shook it up and drew out a trace of blood.
The next second, the shrill screams reached the ears of the evil dog leader again, but he did not dare to turn his head and just lowered his head.
"Pata, tapa..."
The footsteps gradually disappeared. After a while, the tentacles on the bad dog leader's body were released from the restraints, and he got back into the shadows. Without raising his head to look at the top of the mountain, the bad dog leader forced himself out of the shadow quagmire, and spoke out
He growled, turned and left.
When leaving, the bad dog leader noticed several bodies of the same kind not far away that were divided into several parts. Their bodies were probably strangled hard by something...
Gathering the few remaining bad dogs, the bad dogs left.
After dealing with the intruder, Big Cat returned to Fan Yun, removed the wall of shadow that protected him, brushed off the snow covering his body, squatted next to him, and waited for Fan Yun to open his eyes.
Eye.
Maybe it was only a while, or maybe it was a long time. The wind howled in the snowfield in the dark night, and the judgment of time seemed to be very inaccurate.
Fan Yun finally opened his eyes and saw the big cat lying next to him. He rubbed her head and without much delay, he immediately sent a message to Birds and Big Birds respectively.
"Thank you everyone, you don't need to give me any more soul power."
"White Bird, the second stage has been initially successful, please lend me some more soul power!"
Chapter completed!