Poor Clark (1)

"Then who did it possess?" Clark fell into thought. Little Fox had to find a suitable body before it could possess anyone. If it failed to find one, its only fate was death.

Now it seemed that Little Fox had found a suitable body, because it had the time to control these ferocious beasts and send them after him.

"An ordinary wild beast probably wouldn't do," Clark began to analyze. "If a wild beast could contain its soul, it would have betrayed me long ago. In that case, it probably isn't a beast. And if it isn't a beast, then it can only be..."

As Clark thought it over, he suddenly laughed. "Then it must be that young man. I don't know why, but I'm certain it's him."

"The situation is very bad for me right now. I have to kill that young man. Only when he's dead will every danger be resolved. If he doesn't die, I'll be the one who dies in the end," Clark muttered to himself.

These ferocious beasts were under Little Fox's control, and Little Fox had now possessed the young man. Unless the young man died, Little Fox wouldn't die, and the beasts would keep hunting him down.

He had no boat, so he couldn't escape.

They would keep hunting him until he died.

He didn't want to be hunted by ferocious beasts. Living like that would be too painful. So he prepared to return and hunt down the young man. As long as the young man died, all his troubles would disappear.

Clark licked his lips and steeled himself. He attacked the beasts frantically, carving a bloody path through them and heading straight in the direction Fanxin had gone.

After leaving, Fanxin began looking for Little Black Cat.

He called out loudly in the forest, and Little Black Cat heard his voice and immediately came to meet him.

Before long, he followed Little Black Cat to a temporary camp.

"Where's that guy? Is it dead?" Little Black Cat looked around and saw no sign of Little Fox, so it couldn't help asking.

Fanxin nodded. "Yes, Clark killed it. I don't know what method Clark used, but Little Fox suddenly exploded. There were only a few scraps of flesh left."

"Clark is that powerful?" Little Black Cat said in shock.

"He's powerful, but not that powerful. He probably did something to Little Fox. That's why he was able to kill it so easily," Fanxin said.

Although he hadn't seen Little Fox actually fight, the fact that it could control so many beasts was enough to show that its abilities were considerable. It didn't need to lift a finger; the beasts would take care of everything for him.

He thought that even if Clark went all out, he couldn't possibly kill Little Fox, because Clark couldn't get close to it at all.

"Oh, I see." Little Black Cat nodded, then said indifferently, "Forget it. That guy was pretty annoying anyway. It's dead, so let it be. Now that it's dead, things will be easier for us."

The only reason they had stayed behind to fight Clark was Little Fox! Clark had done something to it, so wherever it went, Clark could follow.

With Little Fox following them, they were bound to suffer. That was why they had been forced to stay and fight Clark.

Now Little Fox was dead. Clark no longer knew exactly where they had gone, and finding them in this vast forest would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"True. Then let's go to the deepest part of the forest." Fanxin stopped thinking about Little Fox. The other party was already dead, so there was no point dwelling on it.

They hesitated no longer. The three of them set off together toward the deepest part of the forest.

As they traveled, Little Black Cat stayed behind them and erased their tracks. That way, even if Clark wanted to hunt them down, he wouldn't have a single clue and could forget about finding them.

They continued on their way, and after a few hours, they reached the very center of the forest.

After finding a secluded spot, they settled down there for the time being.

Outside, Clark searched everywhere. He scoured the surrounding area but found no trace of Fanxin and the others, leaving him frustrated.

"Bastard, where did you go? Come out! Come out!" Clark was furious, his heart burning with anger.

He wanted to find the young man, but he didn't have a single clue. Meanwhile, the beasts behind him were relentlessly pursuing him, and if he wasn't careful, they would attack him.

Those beasts were all extremely fierce. They charged straight at his vital spots, and if he failed to notice, he would suffer a serious setback.

Although he had noticed every attack so far, he was a man, not a god. He couldn't keep this up forever. If he exhausted his strength, he would be in serious trouble.

"I have to find that guy as soon as possible. Otherwise, these ferocious beasts will tear me apart," Clark muttered.

As he traveled, he noticed that more and more ferocious beasts were pursuing him. There was a limit to how many he could handle, and if their numbers exceeded what he could withstand, he would be defeated. Once he could no longer fight back, the beasts wouldn't show him any mercy.

He continued forward for nearly an hour.

But he still found no trace of them. He felt like crying, but had no tears.

Only now did he truly understand what Fanxin had said: "At sea, you may have a special skill that lets you defeat many people, but in the forest, you can't do that. If I want to run away, you can't stop me at all."

He hadn't thought much of it before, but now that he was actually searching, he realized that finding someone in the forest really was extremely difficult.

"I wonder where he ran off to. It looks like finding him won't be easy." Clark gave a bitter laugh. "But I can't retreat now, either. With so many ferocious beasts, how am I supposed to leave?"

He deeply regretted not killing the young man first. If he had killed him, Little Fox wouldn't have been able to possess him.

Then he could have killed Little Fox, and there would have been no trouble at all.

But he hadn't killed the young man first, and now that he wanted to kill him, he couldn't even find a trace of him.

"Am I really going to die here today?" Clark was somewhat unwilling to accept it. His dream was to become a great pirate. Yet now his life was under serious threat, and he didn't even know how to save himself.

If he couldn't think of a solution, he would end up in the bellies of these ferocious beasts. That would be an utterly miserable end.